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the doors and windows were gone, still afforded very good 

 shelter on a warm Summer night. Little Frank declared 

 his decision to " stay with Touzer," and curling down beside 

 the dog was soon sound asleep. 



The boys all waked very early the next morning and 

 sprang up to enjoy the beautiful panorama spread out 

 before their eyes. Along the horizon stretched a blue 

 range of mountains, whose peaks were partially concealed 

 by the white morning mist ; in the middle distance broad 

 fields and hills were interspersed in beautiful variety, and 

 here and there a dot or a line of mist indicated the loca- 

 tion of a pond or the course of some winding river. The 

 boys performed their toilet on the shore of the pond, and 

 then proceeded to look about the Deserted Village. The 

 huts were scattered about over an open space of ground 

 on the summit of the mountain. The fiew on one hand 

 was shut off by the tall forest trees, but on the side to- 

 wards the pond the land was all open and very rocky. 

 Very beautiful pictures the inhabitants of the Village must 

 have had spread out before them as the changing seasons 

 produced ever new tints and variations of light and shade 

 on the glorious panorama at their feet. 



Our party found little to interest them about the huts. 

 They were mere empty sheds without windows and doors, 

 and many of them were roofless. But the old mills were 

 matters of great interest. They were very picturesque, the 



