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SALMON FISHING IN CANADA. 



But let me live on land, -where riTers run, 

 Where shady trees may screen me from the sun. 

 Where I may feel, secure, the fragrant air ; 

 Where, whatever toil or wearying pains I bear, 

 Those eyes which look away all human ill 

 May shed on me their still, sweet, constant light. 

 And the hearts I love may, day and night. 

 Be found beside me safe and clustering stiU." 



