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‘¢ Which pleases you most, Commodore?” 
‘¢ Both; and we need not hurry, for this, like those swift, 
white waters behind, we are enjoying, and both will always 
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be in memory with the outing. 
So you may drift, little lady, all about at your sweet will ; 
there are no rocks here to harm you while we enjoy another 
bright, sunshiny streak in our outing we would not miss. 
For we can hurry when ’tis windy; 
Build a camp fire when it’s cold; 
But if pleasant, quiet, sunny, 
Sure our time is never old. 
The day is indeed superb, and the sun is hardly to the 
south-west point, and our tenting for this pleasant night can 
soon be accomplished, after which we will, on following 
days, be adding to its comforts and convenience. 
On the old camp ground again. Here are the blazed trees 
we spotted years ago, now grown so large that the marks 
have nearly disappeared; they are healed-up scars, the edges 
have grown together almost. And as we pick a lump of 
gum from off them, we are again reminded that the com- 
panion who blazed the line has ceased to accompany us on 
our pleasure trips. We remark, as often before, would he 
had been spared to be here to-day, with happy laugh and 
constant cheerfulness, as of old. And yet, what is so often 
said, in his case must be surely true, ‘‘ what is our loss is 
his gain.” For he, too, is on shore, from off all turbulent 
waters, and has long been camping upon the ever bright and 
lovely shores of the heavenly lakes, beside the ever green, 
ever delightful forest, in the midst of the happiest hunting 
grounds. 
We select our camping place with care, this time, choosing 
