our coming. Curtsying in their shy manner, 

 they remark : u Glad to have you back. Hope you 

 are well." I am delighted to see them again, and 

 after a few remarks about the house I leave my 

 wife to continue the conversation, which will no 

 doubt end in learning all about the winter's doings 

 at the village. I go to the ever interesting old 

 fishing-room, where I find my friend already doz- 

 ing before a big fireplace in which the logs burn 

 bright, sending forth warmth and cheerfulness. 

 Some interesting specimens of native skill grace 

 the walls forty- and fifty-pound salmon carved 

 in wood, reminding one of many pleasant associa- 

 tions. One model of forty-two pounds brings vividly 

 to memory the triumphs of a fair maiden whose 

 charming visits to the camp will never be forgotten. 



" Wake up, Johnny; it is time to go fishing ! " 



" Are we going to try this afternoon T " It is an 

 anxious voice that speaks. 



" Try! Indeed we are ! " I exclaim. " Nothing 

 in the world shall keep me from doing honor to 

 the beautiful river this afternoon. Let us have a 

 look and see if there is any chance." So out of the 

 house we go a short distance down the path to the 

 bank, where we find the canoemen ready and dis- 

 cussing the prospects for sport. 



"River's too high; too many stones running," 

 says Harrison. A look of distress comes over my 

 friend's face. 



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