CONCLUSION 



WKKK at Middle Camp was delight- 

 fully spent cruising up and down the 

 river in the company of my friend 

 Ever ready for the early morning's 

 fishing, content to rest during the heat of the day, 

 to lunch in some cool place on the bank, and 

 always pleasant and kind to his canoemen, he was 

 the type of a true angler. With what joy he wel- 

 comed the words of the canoemen, " Time to go 

 fishing, Mr. Davis!" Jumping up at once and 

 lighting a cigarette, he would soon have us drifting 

 down-stream toward some favorite pool, whore in 

 the twilight many a big salmon was lit't-l into th<> 

 canoe as we heard the plaintive melody of the wh 1 1 - 

 throated sparrow coming from the dark forest. 



But all joys must have an ending. Bidding 

 farewell to the enchanted spot, we enter the canoes 

 for a ten-mile run down the river to Bed Camp, 

 where Mrs. Davis joyfully greets us. 



Our fishing trip is over: the day of leaving has 

 arri\vl. As the train rolls up to bear us away, 

 longing eyes are turned toward the distant 

 mountains. 



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