DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



when our chef sounded the alarm for supper, 

 about the time the setting sun takes the count. 



We regretted the departure of the genial 

 old gentleman. He had proven himself 

 amiable and friendly; but had other engage- 

 ments made long previous to our arrival; and 

 the assurance that we were reasonably certain 

 of his returning in a few hours, for it was the 

 season when there was scarcely more than a 

 passing shadow between evening and morning, 

 reconciled us to bidding him "good night." 



This going a-fishing is something of a 

 habit, and a very commendable one besides; 

 and though charged with a speculative flavor 

 almost as fascinating as the absolute certainty, 

 it is a very profitable idleness, even if it pro- 

 duces no material results. A great part of its 

 pleasure and enjoyment is hopefulness. There 

 is almost as much sport going a-fishing as 

 there is in the fishing itself, and frequently 

 more. It is under the most favorable con- 

 ditions a matter of expectancy, and if there 

 are any well defined rules relating to it, they 

 are often difficult of application, for there 

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