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.
Cowboys are slim with leathery Brown faces adn pale foreheads. They squint, roll cigarettes with their elbows, ride fences all day, and spit. They love horses, cattle, whoever is cooking, and women, in that order.