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ADVENTURES IN THE ^\1LDERNESS. 



once more upon that bank, enveloped in fog, witli 

 the buck and Martin at his tail, careering before 

 me. Then, with brain relaxed, and eyes which had 

 been hot with the glimmer of the gas on the white 

 sheet cooled and washed in mirthful tears, I turn 

 to pen and book, and graver thoughts, refreshed 

 and strengthened. Blessed be recollection, which, 

 while it allows the ills and cares of life to fade 

 away, enables us to carry all our pleasures and 

 joys forever with us as we journey along ! 



MY JACK. 



