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when running a little wild and high? Unless old Boreas is, 
with coldest breath, sweeping the lake so furiously, as if he 
had but short time to convert it all into little blue mountains, 
with snowy white caps on each. 
And pretty are the wooded hills, that are yet wearing a 
few of their gay colors; some of the trees yet bright with the 
last golden shades of autumn, are seen in cheery contrast with 
the evergreens, foliage of the spruce and fir. Some of the 
latter, straight and tall, growing high up on the ridge, we 
fancy—yes, are sure, that they are bowing their heads to us; 
gracefully bending and bowing as we pass by them, and say- 
ing good-bye. Good-bye, pretty evergreens, so stately and 
tall, growing way up above us, and all about ‘‘God’s 
country,” 
and now take off our hats to you all, and catch the spirit of 
we acknowledge your elegance, and fine manners, 
the breezes which animate you. 
Our coats are off and lying with our hats, for being well 
rested for the trip, all fresh for our work, we do not mind 
getting warmed up, but are really enjoying the healthy exer- 
cise with the pacdle. We advocate the healthfulness of per- 
spiration, and its necessity, and are now putting our theory in 
practice, having no fear of taking cold on such atrip. For 
should we feel a hint to the contrary, the paddle again, or 
other exercise would soon remove all symptoms. We may 
warm up quick, but must cool off gradually. What com- 
pletes the cure is, sleeping at night with a fine fire at our feet, 
and the pure cool air about our heads, for we step out in the 
morning feeling the elegant effect of this, so free from any 
stifled, dull feeling, so fresh, strong, and cheery, and with 
such an appetite for the jolly breakfast, which, we think, 
should be a hearty meal, that we find it instead of any task, 
