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we came at last to other rocks that jutted from 

 the steeply-sloping bank and the creek's bed. 

 These- uptilted rocks also offered us most tempting 

 seats, and had not a shower threatened, I, for one, 

 should have gladly remained until now. It is not 

 enough to see the world by daylight. There is a 

 night side of nature full of meaning and attractive- 

 ness, and he who knows it not has but half of the 

 world's story wherewith to please him. It would 

 have been jolly indeed to camp at such a spot, 

 notwithstanding the rain, for the prospect of an 

 early return to the city was a blacker cloud than 

 any the sky above could ever boast of. 



Regardless of the distant mutterings of the 

 coming storm, I looked for garnets in the glisten- 

 ing rocks, and saw hundreds that were still held 

 fast, but found none that I could carry away. 

 They were dingy anyhow, so I do not care ; and 

 perhaps in anticipation of such a result, I was 

 given a huge rosy crystal from Alaska that out- 

 glittered all the gems in the Neshaminy valley. 



It was the old story of the many against one ; 

 there were none to bear me company, and I 

 paused when it came to perching alone upon the 



