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two college boys that had already come 

 all the way from Easton, clothed in glad 

 smiles and bathing suits, swinging in 

 unison double-bladed paddles, working 

 off stream and getting up muscle, pad- 

 dling when they could, wading and 

 carrying when they couldn't. 



To our "Boys, you're going the 

 wrong way," they replied, "Oh, we are 

 coming back some time when we get 

 enough." 



Nearing Mil ford at sunset, we 



before, staid lingering with us, then re- 

 luctantly lost itself in our wake. Down 

 between the mountains, as they came 

 closer and closer together approaching 

 the Water Gap, we seemed to be drawn 

 as a feather by a draught of air. And 

 our medium was as clear. Through the 

 water at any depth, as we progressed, 

 the bottom stood plainly revealed, sud- 

 denly rising and then again falling 

 away so quickly as to make one dizzy. 

 All the while in the constant flow ob- 



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A STOP FOR DINNER 



learned that suitable accommodation 

 in the town lay too far from the river. 

 Hence we made for a model farmhouse 

 close to the New Jersey shore. Over- 

 joyed to find that they would keep us, 

 we brought everything up to the house 

 and sat down to supper. 



One long, glowing day of travel re- 

 mained, mellow with August haze, per- 

 meating and enriching surpassing scen- 

 ery as cream a dish of peaches. Slowly 

 the landscape in perspective mifolded 



jects upon it slipped behind, sub- 

 aqueous scenery to correspond to the 

 glorious change of moving pictures 

 above. Thus through fleets of islands, 

 by rich fields laden with harvest, past 

 mountains rising loftily in their man- 

 defying mantle of unbroken green, we 

 triumphantly concluded our journey as 

 the sunset lights worked changing 

 colors o'er this bit of paradise plucked 

 in heaven to ripen on earth — the valley 

 of the Delaware, 



