Montana Spaces de William Kittredge
The river whispered past this spot in a kind of secretive hurry. I got in and waded upstream, ans sat on a small log jam to tie on a fly. The logs Under me groaned with the movement of current. I was suddenly so extremely happy, the sight of this water was throwing me into such a raptuous state of mind, that I began to Wonder what it could mean. I sometimes wondered if there wasn't something misanthropic in this passion for solitude.