If all the world and love were young, 

 And truth in ev'ry shepherd's tongue, 

 These pretty pleasures might me move 

 To live with thee, and be thy love.* 1 * 



" Well sung, Heck. Tou have amused the men 

 as well as me they are all looking at you in 

 admiration. Now let us go down to the Slide ! for 

 the evening's fishing. 9 



I wa> th.-re at twilight" we "stole, 

 When the first star announced the night 

 For" those " who claimed our inmost soul," 

 To angle " by that soothing light" 



Napoleon has taken two fish twenty-nine and 

 twenty-four pounds. As it is getting quite late, 

 and difficult to see the fly when it alights on th<> 

 pool, he asks me to fish the last drop. I put on a 

 large Silver Gray and send it whisking into the 

 darkness. The water parts, a vision of tx 

 appears, a silvery salmon leaps forth, the sparkling 

 drops falling from his body, like some wild ^ 

 moving across the water. As the pale moon rose 

 up slowly above the green firs on the mountain- 

 side and cast its beams on our frail little craft 

 floating quietly on that dark, shadowy pool, we 

 realized the grandeur of our surroundings and th<> 

 fascination of the art. 



1 Where part of a cliff had fallen and slid into the rirer. 



