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pily chosen It is pitched on a sandy promontory, 

 closely enveloped on three sides by a dense jungle, 

 from which a nervous sojourn er might expect at 

 any hour of the night a bear, wild-cat or moose to 

 emerge. But it affords a perfect shelter from the 

 winds, which often sweep down through the gor- 

 ges of the mountains with fearful fury. It did so 

 elsewhere on the river during my first night alone. 

 At the main camp, the tornado was so severe that 

 tents and shanties were in danger, and were only 

 saved from demolition with the greatest difficulty ; 

 and it was as cold as it was tempestuous. But in 

 my sheltered nook all was as quiet as if but a 

 zephyr, instead of old Boreas, was dallying with 

 the green leaves above me, and I sat in solitary 

 state before my camp-fire in summer garments, 

 while my friends ten miles off were pitying me 

 for the discomforts I must be experiencing in my 

 unsheltered cabin ! So it is. Half the sympathy 

 we expend upon others is wasted, either because 

 the ills feared do not come to them, or because 

 " the darkest cloud always has its silver lining." 



These two days of isolation passed away very 

 pleasantly. The weather was superb, the scenery 

 magnificent and the sport all that I could desire. 

 Only a single incident occurred worth special men- 

 tion. In slowly drifting through an unpropitious 

 looking pool, I made a cast or two at a venture, 

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