Bud 'n John

(A writing to Dewey Gillespie from a very respected friend AJH)


        Within the salmon pool the pair of fly fishermen saw the usual river scene.  To them, however it was something strange and wonderful.  They were held in close relationship by a common means of friendship.  A little later in the evening, when the rose of sunset lay on the green forest hills, Budd and John, like the leading element of a military column, head for home, happy and pleased.

          For my own part, I think the being of a God is so little to be doubted, that it is almost the only truth we are sure of, and such a truth as we meet with every object, in every occurrence, and in every thought.