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at one another in silence ; the occasion was too sad for 

 words. My friend sat down upon the rocks in despair ; 

 I felt for, but had no power to console him. At last, 

 slowly and sadly, he broke the mournful silence : " Let 

 us go home," he said ; and we went. 



Grood bye, lovely Nipisiquit, stream of the beautiful 

 pools, the fisherman's elysium ; farewell to thy merry, 

 noisy current, thy long quiet stretches, thy high bluffs, 

 thy wooded and thy rocky shores. Long may thy music 

 lull the innocent angler into day dreams of happiness. 

 Long may thy deep holes afford secure havens of safety 

 for the salmon, where they can bid defiance to the rapa- 

 cious net and murderous spear. Long may thy romantic 

 scenery charm the eye and gladden the heart of the artist 

 and welcome the angler to a happy sylvan home. And 

 often may I visit thee, beautiful Nipisiquit ! 



