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WllKKE THE SroUTSMAN LOVES TO LINGER. 



A\at('rs,tlieii scarring eaek other while pounding over rough 

 and rugged pathways, and tlien again floating into pleas- 

 ant waters — all blindly rusliing on, ignorant of purpose, 

 and liow, when or where it would all end, yet finally to be 

 transformed, as we hope to be, into something grander and 

 nobler. 



Near Old Town. The Entire Party, by Request of the Guides. 



At r>angoi' we parted with our faithful guides, changed 

 buckskin for broadcloth, bough beds for mjcrolje mat- 

 tresses, tlie plain cooking of the guides for the dyspeptic 

 combination of tlie average chef, eight hours of refreshing 

 sleep for more or less tossing, three scpiare meals for no 

 appetite, pure air for sewer gas, the rod and the rifle for 

 the pen and the I'olltop desk, health and happiness for 

 Avork and ^Norrv — in fact, turned our l)acks on what thev 



