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other township line, which we followed until after 

 twelve o'clock. Our stock of provisions had run low. 

 Sea biscuit, a little salt pork, some salt, pepper and 

 tea, was all we had left. Of venison we had none, 

 and relying upon our daily forage for our daily food, 

 for the first time found ourselves hungry, without flesh 

 or fish to allay it. We had crossed no stream for 

 miles, and regretted that we had not been more provi- 

 dent of our commissary department, before starting in 

 the morning. However, this we knew, that a country 

 built like the one we were in, must ere long furnish 

 us with a stream, and we knew, too, that we should 

 find trout, wherever we should find water sufficient 

 for them to swim in. We travelled on, until our ears 

 were gladdened by the sound of' a running stream, and 

 a beautiful stream it was too. It came laughing and 

 dancing over rocks ; frisking around the trunks of 

 fallen trees, and whirling away under banks, in all the 

 wantonness of unrestrained freedom. I dropped my 

 fly quietly by the roots of a tree that had been under- 

 mined and fallen across the stream, when it was in- 

 stantly seized, and a trout weighing near a quarter of 

 a pound, was tumbling upon the bank. Another 

 and another followed, until enough were caught foi 



