Musings by camp-fire and wayside . rned back andpaused, and at the same time the ghostly canoechanged its course. And what a striking and fasci-nating sight! The leafy shore as black as ink, agraceful form in outline upon it, and a pair of dia-monds tinged with green color shining as carbondiamonds have never shone. It would be difificultto imagine that these brilliant, green-tinged lightswere the eyes of a harmless deer, but very easy tobelieve that they were those of a tiger. Adam gavethe signal to fire by a jar of the boat, and the flameshot out, a fierce and intense burst of fire, and ther
Musings by camp-fire and wayside . rned back andpaused, and at the same time the ghostly canoechanged its course. And what a striking and fasci-nating sight! The leafy shore as black as ink, agraceful form in outline upon it, and a pair of dia-monds tinged with green color shining as carbondiamonds have never shone. It would be difificultto imagine that these brilliant, green-tinged lightswere the eyes of a harmless deer, but very easy tobelieve that they were those of a tiger. Adam gavethe signal to fire by a jar of the boat, and the flameshot out, a fierce and intense burst of fire, and theroar in those silences was like that of a cannon. Itechoed from the capes and came reverberating fromthe forests across the lake as if it had filled all Adam the Htmier 323 space. The sound of such an explosion, relativelysmall as it may be, is magnified many times in theotherwise absolute stillness of such a scene. Whenthe echoes subsided the perfect silence victim had sunk to the earth without a struggle. AT EVENTIDE. Expiring Embers — A Study of Death THE evening camp-fire of our lives burns low,and the shadows, with stealthy approach,close around us. We dispel them with a bitof the crystallized sunshine of other days, a memorywhich blazes up, as does this resinous rib of anancient and forgotten pine; but it, too, dims to acoal, and fades to ashes. There is a sigh of a passing breeze in the pines,the note of a distant night bird—whatever is heardamid the prevailing silence is gentle and soothing,as if Nature were fearful of disturbing our declineinto slumber. We shall not know when light andthought have passed away. It will only be a con-sciousness of balmy restfulness that will soften as itdeepens, till it is gone. Why, then, should we longto sit awake by the expiring embers? No, let usnot live in the light of the past. Let us rather goand sleep with our loved ones. The shadows mayhave their victory over us and over all that is we awaken it will be
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