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not to shine upon our faces. Next, into the buffalo bags, 
upon the spring bed of fir boughs and good night. 
Once more we are up to see the day breaking and the sun 
rise, as we have said before, and we must be repeating, but 
this is a brand new morning; one we never saw before, and 
brings anew to us the cheerfulness, the agreeable sensations 
one can so well appreciate after a well resting sleep, when up 
in the very early pleasant morning. This is the most agree- 
able way for us, as we so much enjoy it. 
Like the schoolboy, anticipating much on his holiday, the 
sun seldom is ahead of us, to shine upon our faces whilst in 
bed. About this time, too, our sleep is light. Any little 
noise ; the first peeping of a bird, handy, or the chattering of a 
squirrel awakes us and brings us upon our feet to welcome 
these glorious mornings. 
While the crew are getting breakfast, the captain, who yet 
proves a good provider in the fish line, with his fishing line, as 
it is just in his line, is landing a few more half pounders, to 
be sure of trout for his dinner, remarking, ‘‘he is just doing 
this for practice, having no voice for trout himself.” As the 
sun rises they begin jumping in the pool, and soon their merry 
slaps are as frequent as if ’twere in June; even in the quick 
water just above some fine ones are sporting, and immediately 
his flies are on the spot most sure to deceive them. Pretty, 
clean, bright, silvery roach are taken two at a time, and allowed 
their freedom again, although they are a nice, sweet fish, and 
when trout prove scarce are saved for eating. 
We have just settled the coffee with a little cold water when 
the captain hails the crew. 
COrrallowes 
‘¢ Hi, what’s up?” 
