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ended. The Sheriff, who had been one of the chief sing 

 ers iii the anthems about (Jrass River, was very unhappy. 

 His song was now a wail. As for me, to return alive was 

 cause enough for rejoicing, and besides, I had seen the 

 worst the wilderness has to offer. But 1 must add, to be 

 just c\ en to (Jra^ River, that it is the Dam*("with a big, 

 bigD,") and the Reservoir that make the region we visited 

 the most desolate 1 ever saw in the woods; and that the 

 river below the Reservoir is as wildly beautiful as the heart 

 of man can desire. 



A night's re<l. in the \\oo.N ; , s well as out, puts new 

 courage in the heart. The general tilling of things that 

 night, on crawling into our tents, seemed very much like 

 sawdust. The next morning, however, everything was 

 glorious again, like the sunshine. 



