WHERE CHASMS FROWN 



Approaching him he discerned a young 

 man, twenty-five or twenty-six years of age. 

 He carried a rifle in his hands. A cartridge 

 belt encircled his waist. A haversack was 

 strapped to his shoulders: all suggesting that 

 he might be on a hunting trip. 



"Will you kindly tell me how far it is to 

 Rockyledge?" the Angler inquired. 



"Why, stranger, you're headed wrong. 

 Reckon you don't know these parts. Too 

 late to get there to-night, it will be so dark in 

 half an hour you couldn't see the road. Bet- 

 ter let me put you up 'til morning and then 

 I'll straighten things out." 



The Angler thanked him and accepted. 

 As they trudged along together the highway 

 was forsaken, until his companion took the 

 lead, when entering into the mazes of a thick 

 grove. 



"Don't you think we'd better take a bite, 

 stranger?" he quietly remarked, as he stopped 

 beneath a large tree dense in luxuriant foli- 

 age placing his rifle within easy reach and 

 opening his haversack. 



The famished Angler replied that food 

 would be most acceptable. Starting a fire, 

 some of the fish were quickly cleaned and 

 broiled. The meal satisfied their hunger. 



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