DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



old moon looking a trifle pale, as though she 

 had passed an uncomfortable night, and now 

 lingering single-handed to catch a glimpse 

 of the coming day, though she should have 

 known it was going to damage her business 

 in this section. 



The wilderness was certainly wide awake 

 and infinitely joyous. A bonny morning, in- 

 deed, with no mischief except intruding on 

 peaceful slumbers, one of the general rule 

 mornings lying loose on all the shores of the 

 Nepigon. The river itself seemed in a 

 friendly mood and full of glorious presage- 

 ment. We heard the sound of tumbling 

 waters, radiant with promise and speaking of 

 trout galore. There was no doubting the 

 signs. Later in the day we might be wiser. 

 The air was full of subtle fragrance, as sooth- 

 ing as an anodyne; and we knew it would be 

 pleasant from reveille to taps. 



These beautiful mornings of unclouded 

 splendor, well ordered and in place, came 

 along with unvarying regularity, and while 



there were variations in color and tempera- 

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