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BIG GAME OF NORTH AMERICA. 



roseate hue, in beautiful contrast with the snowy whiteness 

 around it; and all still slowly rolled on, as if a very body 

 of foam caught up in the air and moving on in unison with 

 the river beneath. I never saw anything in Nature like it; 

 I shall never see it again. And now we began to go down 

 into the mist; as we descended, it grew thicker and tliicker 

 till, when we reached the road, we could not see my friend's 

 humble home, two rods beyond it. 



My hunt was rounded and complete. It had begun, the 

 first evening, with the largest Deer I have ever killed or 

 have ever seen. It had continued successful as to game; 

 the weather glorious; the camping and scenery equally so; 

 my health perfect; entire exemx)tion from accident, and 

 ended with the most beautiful phenomenon of Nature I 

 have ever seen — a rolling, snowy, billowy, rose-tinted 

 river of foam ! 



