"Do you see this river, those woods, those beautiful fields, with not a soul in them or anywhere near them; and those lovely blue mountains over there ?"--as she spoke she waved her parasol in the direction of the objects indicated, and I could not mistake them.

"Now what could we want better than this ?" she continued.
"Here we can fish, and do everything that we want to.

I say, let us camp here on our own river.

I can take you to the very spot for the tent.
Come on!" And she was so excited about it that she fairly ran.
The spot she pointed out was one we had frequently visited in our rural walks.

It was a grassy peninsula, as I termed it, formed by a sudden turn of a creek which, a short distance below, flowed into the river.
It was a very secluded spot.