A LOVELY AND SEQUESTERED PLACE. 



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reverse is the result, and poetry — not of words, 

 it is true — but of vision, is produced. The dark 

 conifers that crown the hill sides are the frame that 

 most fittingly surround the above picture, and the 

 effect produced upon the organ of sight, is rapture 

 almost approaching to the sublime. 



There are people, and, I regret to say, they are 

 numerous, who deem the sportsman a person whose 

 only pleasure is to take blood. This is a foul 

 injustice to that class of men, for few of them are 

 otherwise than the greatest lovers and admirers of 

 nature. Their surroundings, when enjoying their 

 pastime, have more to do in attracting them to it, 

 than anything else that is attached to field sports, 

 whether enjoyed on heather-clad bill sides, golden 

 stubble-fields, or in bush and tree-sheltered covers. 

 Moreover, the game that is killed becomes the food 

 of their fellow-men, and, whether it be sold or given 

 away, has one undeniable result, viz., cheapening the 

 food of the masses of our over-teeming population. 



Ay, Parmachini did look lovely in the Indian 

 summer ! Our camp was on a tree-covered bluff, 

 from whence we viewed the transparent azure water. 

 No tents had we ; cedar fronds were our matresses, 

 and a few large boughs of hemlock and pine sheltered 

 our heads from the direction that the prevailing 

 winds might be expected to come. The heavens 

 above, our canopy, were illuminated at night by 

 innumerable stars, each seemingly endeavouring to 

 outrival the other in brilliancy, for, with the setting 

 of the sun, the dreamy, filamentary mist takes its 

 flight. 



Where the Magalaway river left the lake to com- 

 mence its erratic and headstrong course, was at our 

 feet. Rocks here and there rose through the water 

 as if to dispute the current's progress, but the main 

 body of the stream flowed over very coarse grey s^.nd 

 orfine gravel, of all compositions the best adapted 



