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if a broad lake lay at the bottom. Beyond this again we just see 
the distant woodland showing its faint line of smokey blue. 
What intervenes? The broad barren and its winding 
stream. 
You can trace the little brook from here a mile or more, 
down its winding course by the lower land and the scattering 
juniper along its line. And here close beside it on the left, 
upon the knolls are many prettier clumps of the light green 
firs beside the darker spruce, so tall, which are relieved and 
made as beautiful by their tops being loaded with a wealth 
of golden cones. Here and there those monster tall ones have 
been left year after year, by the lumbermen for some slight fault 
in their growth, or because singly and alone. And they, with 
the few venerable pines, are like sentinels watching over the 
large army, while all are gently waving with the sunshine 
over all, the youngest just as pretty as its brother straight 
and tall. 
Very many pleasant hours we have sat here, enjoying it 
very much if we did not get a shot. And many times alone, 
miles from any human being, yet never lonesome, and never 
g; 
weary of the scene, always enjoying the sweet woods and 
lovely sunshine in the fall time, when all is so beautiful to look 
upon. The many different shades of the trees, the ever beau- 
tiful green of the fir, spruce and hemlock, the bright scarlet 
and crimson, yellow, green and golden of the autumn leaves, 
the thick carpet of dried ones upon the ground, that dance 
and rustle in the breeze, all down beside the little stream of 
bright, sparkling water which is ever running on its zigzag 
course by the trees and rocks, ever singing its little song of 
sportive gladness. And with always a little life toageetta ugh 
to the interest, the frisky little squirrels runnift : 

