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 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.