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ended. The Slierif!', who had been one of the chief sing- 

 ers in the anthems about Grass Kiver, was very unhappy. 

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

 cau.sc enough for rejoifing, and besides, I had seen the 

 worst tlie wilderness has to offer. But I. must add, to be 

 just even to Grass Kiver, that it is the Dam ("with a l)ig, 

 big I),") and Ihe Reservoir that make the region we visited 

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

 river l)elow the Reservoir is as wildly beautiful as the heart 

 of man can desire. 



A night's rest, in the woods as well as out, puts new 

 courage in the heart. The general filling of things that 

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

 sawdust. The ne.xt morning, however, everything wa.=? 

 glorious again, like the sunshine. 



