Rod and gun . surely is the forest primeval ! Noaxe has ever been used down in this wil-derness of fallen trees and rank woodsgrowth. At the first bend in the stream wecrossed over ona large pineand worked ourway back upnear to the fallswhere a snapshot was scrambl-ed back theway we h a dcome—to thetop of the falls,feeling we hadenjoyed an hourof hard earnedpleasure, s Back atTewsFalls again wewent out alongthe east side ofthe ravineabout a mile toa point over-looking theGrand TrunkRailway aboveDundas. Through thetelescope wehad a goodview of Hamil-ton and the op-posite side of the val
Rod and gun . surely is the forest primeval ! Noaxe has ever been used down in this wil-derness of fallen trees and rank woodsgrowth. At the first bend in the stream wecrossed over ona large pineand worked ourway back upnear to the fallswhere a snapshot was scrambl-ed back theway we h a dcome—to thetop of the falls,feeling we hadenjoyed an hourof hard earnedpleasure, s Back atTewsFalls again wewent out alongthe east side ofthe ravineabout a mile toa point over-looking theGrand TrunkRailway aboveDundas. Through thetelescope wehad a goodview of Hamil-ton and the op-posite side of the valley. The scopebrought up distinctly the water pouringoyer the Red Mill Falls, near Ancastervillage; another of Natures beauty we retraced the well trodden path,we noted where Crooks Creek and theother that comes down the higher fallsioin together, perhaps three hundred feet(a guess) below us. We here pulled up some evergreentrees, juniper I think, and took themhome, where we arrived before A STILL HUNT WITH A CAMERA much pleased with our days hunt. Wegot some fairly good pictures andenjoyed the views of one of the finestscenic parts of Ontario. The next day we nursed some wearylegs, but nothing could rob us ot thepleasures of the retrospection. A Saturday in August. Blank brown youth in a tattered andink stained office coat glared sav-agely at the back of the last tardycustomer leaving the bank, but with thelast bang of the heavy door, his moodchanged w o n-derfully. Ash e cleaned uphis work histired eyes foundtime to gazeaway into thedistance, wherewaving treetops showedbeyond the hotstretches ofbrick and mor-tar, and pat-ches of bluesky mockedhim at his somehowthe dreary rou-tine of debitsand credits, thenight mare offigures, the tire-some drone ofthe teller call-ing deposit!,the endless suc-cession of star-ing faces at hislittl e wicket,passed into nothingness before the sweet inrush ofthought born of a clear little creek, awayoff in the woodlan
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