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Taken from "The Outing Magazine" 1920
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"Content with the world"
"At evening we pitched our tents on the shelving rocks. The sun soon dropped behind the rigged hills, but the glow of the north long furnished light. Far into the night our fire of resinous wood glared against the dark trees and cliffs and shone far out over the river, while we sat and listened to the weird cries of the loons from the outer blackness."
"At evening we pitched our tents on the shelving rocks. The sun soon dropped behind the rigged hills, but the glow of the north long furnished light. Far into the night our fire of resinous wood glared against the dark trees and cliffs and shone far out over the river, while we sat and listened to the weird cries of the loons from the outer blackness."
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