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home, and placed her in the arms of her mother ; and 

 you needn't wonder that we've loved Shack more'n 

 ever, since that sorrowful night." 



There's a beauty in the deep forest of a moonlight 

 night, that we of the city but faintly dream of. Our 

 shantee was on the banks, a few rods from the lake, 

 with a slope of green between it and the water. 

 Above us the trees, stretching out their long arms, 

 formed an arch, through the vacant spaces of which, 

 the stars peered down, while before us we looked 

 away over the bright waters, on which the moon- 

 beams played, as the night-breeze sent the mimic 

 waves, rippling in tiny billows, over its bright surface. 

 Ever and anon was heard the splash of the trout, as 

 he leajDcd from the depths, and the deer, as he waded 

 from the shore, to feed on the aquatic pastures, and 

 the frog, as he leaped from his rock, and sendirg for' h 

 a sharp quick note, plunged into the lake, to hide 

 himself beneath the weeds and water-plants. Beyond 

 and across the lake, the bare head of a conic mountain 

 shot skyward, throwing back the moonlight from his 

 glistening brow, while the night-winds sighed and 

 moaned amono- the old forest trees that clustered 



