HO ! TOR THB WlLDWOODS ! THE LAXE8 AND TH3 MOUNTAIN 

 STREAMS. 



READER 



Have you ever been away in the wild woods, 

 beyond the range of civilization, where the sound of 

 the hammer, the lowing of flocks and herds, the voice 

 of the ploughman, as he cries " Gee up ! Gee whoa 1" 

 to his weary team, were never heard? Have you 

 ever stood on the margin of some beautiful lake, as 

 it lay slumbering in the midst of nature's wild luxuri- 

 ance, above which the mountains reared their gigantic 







heads to the clouds,, and around which the tall trees 

 stood as " God and nature" made them, unscarred by 

 the woodman's axe, sighing and moaning in the sum- 

 mer winds that swept among them? Have you all 

 alone, by yourself or with an experienced woodman, 



