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bedded in the rocks high above us, fell 
prostrate, the bolt of forked lightning 
splitting it from top to bottom. We 
would not willingly have missed wit- 
nessing so grand a spectacle, and all 
alike were hushed and awed into silence 
during that very extraordinary combi- 
nation of pyrotechnics and artillery. It 
is hardly necessary to say that we had 
no alternative but to accept the Rob- 
inson’s proffered hospitality and spend 
the night with them. They made us 
very comfortable, even though it was a 
bit crowded for everybody, and, aftera 
most refreshing sleep, we opened our 
eyes to behold the dawn of a perfect 
day. We drew in long breaths of the 
sweet, fresh air, and looked about us, 
wondering if we had not dreamed of 
that terrible storm. 
An early breakfast, good-byes said, 
The American Angler 
and sincere promises that we would 
surely come again, and we turned our 
faces toward Kibourn City. True, we 
had to forego seeing the Dells by moon- 
light, yet they were very lovely in the 
early morning, and we felt that had we 
seen them by moonlight, we must have 
lost this revelation of their beauty, and 
we were therefore content. 
One may also land at ‘‘The Larks,” 
between Artist’s Glen and Coldwater 
Canion, where there is an excellent res- 
taurant. And, it may be as well to 
mention, that before the season of 1895 
has passed away, there will be erected, 
near the village, a fine, commodious 
hotel building, with accommodations 
for at least two hundred guests, so that 
thereafter no. one need fear for lack 
of room and board at Kilbourn City, 
Wis. 

The Jug, Cold Water Canon. 
