The Dells of the 
unexpected as the entrance. 
out into a small opening we come to 
‘* Robinson's.” 
It’s such a quaint place. A cottage 
with’ ample piazza has been erected in 
the cleared space among and almost 
under the overhanging rocks, and the 
little stream we have followed through 
the gorge rushes along by the very 
Passing 
door, as if bent upon some mission 
which our dull minds could never think 
of comprehending, even should it pause 
to explain. We glance up at the rocks 
on all sides and how forbidding they 
looks It's not sunset yet, but the sun- 
light never finds its way in here except 
for an hour or two at midday, and, to- 
night, could we have a more sweeping 
view of the sky above us, we should 
have due intimation of how our plans 
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for returning to Kilbourn City by 
moonlight were all to be shattered and 
laid in ruins Our plan had been to 
have supper up in the gulch and then 
go down through the Dells by moon- 
light. Many atime, as we journeyed 
up the river, we had tried to fancy the 
Dells by moonlight, and had promised 
ourselves this pleasure without ever 
dreaming of its not being fulfilled; we 
had, however, no sooner finished our 
delicious supper than we heard the 
rumble of distant thunder, and, almost 
before we knew it, the rain came down 
in big drops and the storm was upon 
us. Will any of our little party ever 
forget that storm? It was an electric 
storm of unusual violence and fury. It 
swept through the gorge like some 
avenging Nemesis. One tall pine, im- 

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