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dew of the morning," sparkled like diamonds in 

 the sunlight, while the river murmured out its 

 perpetual anthem as it moved along its cleft path- 

 way to the sea. Here and there, on the high-up 

 summits of the hills which encircled the beautiful 

 valley in which we had pitched our tents, the morn- 

 ing mist, transparent as a bridal veil, hung in mid- 

 air like a benediction, while every forest tree and 

 flowering shrub swayed to and fro like a waving 

 censer before the grand altar of nature. 



And in due time, as if to fill up the measure of 

 our devout gratitude to a kind Providence for hav- 

 ing permitted us to " cast our lines in such pleasant 

 places," there came up from the camp-fire the odor 

 of broiled salmon, mingled with the aroma of 

 slowly distilling Mocha, whetting the already keen 

 appetite for the morning meal in rapid prepara- 

 tion. And when served, "there was silence for 

 the space of half an hour," when the Judge held 

 up his crutch in speechless thanksgiving for such 

 a luscious repast amid such gorgeous surroundings. 



The first business in order was the allotment of 

 pools. There are three within easy distance of the 

 camp. Each usually affords ample sport, but one 

 of them is more coveted than the others because 

 it uniformly abounds in larger fish. As the Judge 

 had never taken a salmon, this pool was awarded 

 him by unanimous assent a striking illustration of 



