A TEIP TO HISTOEIC OLD GALICE.
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"Nature concentrated all her g-orgeous colorings in one vast painting- of glory."
Lane, bowered over with drooping
branches and climbing vines. Down
below the creek chattered and leaped
from rock to rock; shadows and
light danced across the path; leaves flut-
tered in the wood-spiced air; the great
trees about us nodded a pleasant saluta-
tion; squirrels barked and skipped from
bough to bough; and birds sang every-
where.
At the forks of the creek fishing be- gan, and while the others angled I took pictures. The trout were the gamey lit- tle "speckled beauties," with which many of the Oregon mountain streams abound, and they took hold of the flies with a vim that made the fishermen smile. When we returned that night we had eighty fine trout and twelve exposed photo- graphic plates to our credit.
