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" surely mercy and peace hath followed us all the 

 days of our " sojourn in these quiet places. 



The morning after our torch-light review of the 

 salmon pools was cloudless and serene. The grand 

 old forest seemed the temple of silence. The air 

 was full of the sweet odors of pine and wild- 

 flowers, and the early morning light came down 

 through the dense foliage like a divine benediction. 

 The pleasant murmur of the running waters, blend- 

 ing with the plaintive chirp and whistle of the 

 wood-bird, went down into the heart like the still 

 small voice of the Spirit, awakening tender emo- 

 tions of gratitude and thanksgiving. To the de- 

 vout mind, these vast forest-temples are the best 

 types of that other temple " not made with hands, 

 eternal in the heavens," whose ineffable glories are 

 yet to break upon the enraptured vision of the 

 redeemed. 



The sun was just scattering his golden dust upon 

 the green foliage which gives beauty to the rugged 

 summit of " Big Berry Mountain," when the Gen- 

 eral issued his order to embark. It was hard to 

 say "good-by" to a place where we had enjoyed 

 so many days of superb angling and so many even- 

 ings of joyous camp-life. But the tenth of August 

 the end of our permit, and practically, of the 

 fishing season had arrived and we must needs go 

 home. So, with a sigh and a farewell to this place 



