302 GKATLING. — NORTHERN MTCIITGAN. 



The sunset, that evening, was matchless in beauty, but 

 grew terrific to see and feel. The angry orb wrapped him- 

 self in tinted clouds which he dyed in blood. As the dark- 

 ness came down, thunder.-^ crashed and rattled through all 

 the air. Lightnings smote downward from the sky into 

 the black, heaving bosom of the water, like tlie avenging 

 sword of an archaniiel. Winds shrieked and howled among 

 the ropes and chains like affrighted spirits of evil. Then 

 came the dash and pour and din of the torrents of rain, — 

 the blackness of darkness, impenetrable to the eye save b}' 

 the frequent lightning shafts, adding its horrid majesty to , 

 the scene. It was, altogether, something fearful and grand; 

 and the tales that were whispered, of wreck and disaster on 

 these stormy waters, lent additional gloom to the night and 

 tempest. 



However, all that passed, and the morning came in peace 

 and beauty, as if summer sun never grew angry and sum- 

 mer skies never frowned nor grew black in the face. 

 Through the St. Clair, with its suggestions of fisliing and 

 duck -shooting, and down the Detroit River, with charm- 

 ing resorts along its banks, we glided on our way. I'hc 

 last good dinner on the Marine Cif// was hiistily eaten, ^\'e 

 rose from the table, gathered u|) our slender luggage, 

 walked over the gang-plank, and were in Detroit. There 

 we separated, — our week in the Northern AV^ildeiMiess of 

 Michigan ended. 



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THE END. 





