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H ALF way down the pretty Lansdowne Ravine, where 
the great untri mined trees arch overhead, and the 
wild flowers grow in quiet nooks, the wearied sight seer 
flnds the only exhibition of man’s art worthy the sylvan 
aspect Of the place, and feels that wildness inherent in 
every heart thrill within him as he catches sight of the 
smoke from Forest and Stream's camp-fire This ro¬ 
mantic scene we portray in our full page illustration to¬ 
day. 
The whole great Exhibition which the visitor has left 
behind him is an exposition of what men have wrought for 
gain, or lo reduce to a further refinement the raw material 
iu their natures and surroundings. The Hunter’s Camp is 
life at the beginning. It shows the chosen home ol the race 
when it had half emerged from the savage and brutish, but 
its senses were not yet blunted to the flavor of the woods 
and fields. It is a reminder of the world’s youth when it 
was content to play and be happy. Then the Btreams were 
for pleasure and not for power; the savannas were for 
strolling and not for tiding; the forests were storehouses of 
game and nuts, and rarest flowers,—homes of the genii 
which it would bo sacrilege to disturb at their revelry, or 
rob of their coverts among the ferns. All these pictures 
of the grand old woods and untamed rivers rise before one’s 
eyes as he approaches this charming spot. The whole 
scene is one for quiet; ie-t and contemplation. It is poetic 
and picturesque. All the collections up above show how 
best to keep busy, and where a man may most profitably 
employ his time. Fohbst and Stream here Bhows how 
to be leisurely—leaches us not to ‘‘loaf,” but to '‘invite our 
souls” to those feasts of plenteous health, and that pleasing 
serenity and exhilaration which only communion with 
nature can induce. 
What a place for rest! One may lie at full length under 
the trees listening to the delicate warbling of the smaller 
birds in the lofty foliage, or the louder songs of the 
thrushes and sparrow* in the thickets among which the 
chatting of the squirrels sounds like a watchman's rattle. 
If he inclines to sleep, soft robes and blankets await him 
in the roomy cabin, where he can well dream of shooting 
grouse or playing with i ro it. Perchance his dull ear wl 
catch such growls, as he sleeps, that a rough complexion 
will be given to his dream, and he will start from his 
fancied encounter with some fierce grizzly to find a real 
bear chained just out of his reach. If thirsty he can take 
the tin cup and go to the spriug; if warm he cau float on 
the cool lake in a birch-bark canoe, if loquacious be can 
till his pipe and recount his adventures with other cronies 
by the smouldering fire. 
The Hunter's t amp is a sugestion of that life of adven¬ 
ture and sport which every one loves whether he practices 
it or not; and whfcli ln.s equal charms for our fair sisters, 
many of whom also linger in its delightful vicinity. There 
is no need that there houid be any expression of gratitude 
from them. The delighted faces and lingering backward 
glances of each one a* he leaves, tells his thanks to Forkbt 
and Stream for its pleasant surprise. 
The Hunter's Camp not only attracts by its novelty and 
rude suggestiveness ihe erowdsthat stroll through the 
ravine, but it has reeived marked attention everywhere 
from our contemporaries of the newspaper press. Harper's 
Weekly, The New )~irk Weekly, Frank Zeslie , and others 
have illustrated it wi h f ill page lingravinv--, Th° PVtt- 
HUWTER’S CAMP. 
Erected by Forest akb Stream Publishing Company, of Now York, In Lansdowne Ravine, Centennial Exhibition Grounds, Philadelphia, 
1876. 
NEW YORK, THURSDAY, JUNE 29, 1876. 
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