Above all, in the confusion of getting together the regular camp outfit, don't forget to slip a paper of trout flies and line into the duffle bag. The little streams winding through the parks will reward an hour's casting with half a dozen or so delicious mountain trout running from six to ten inches in length. They are small, but make up in quality and flavor. When the hunt is over, we take our parting look at the grim old mountains, so silent and peaceful, and wend our way back to civilization, happy and humble in the overpowering glory and majesty of what the natives call "God's own country." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Transcriber's Notes Possible printer errors have been silently changed; proper nouns have been standardised; other non-standard spelling has been retained. Italic text in the original is shown with _underscores_. End of Project Gutenberg's Travel Stories Retold from St. Nicholas, by Various