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among scenes that I had visited before, but the 

 discoveries I made and the deeper feelings it 

 stirred within me, led me to think it more worth 

 while than any previous trip among the same 

 delightful scenes. The first day, especially, was 

 excitingly crowded with new sights and sounds 

 and fancies. I fear that during the earlier trips 

 the rifle had obscured most of the scenes in 

 which it could not figure, and as a result I missed 

 fairyland and most of the sunsets. 



When I arrived at the alpine lake by which I 

 was to camp, evening's long rays and shadows 

 were romantically robing the picturesque wild 

 border of the lake. The crags, the temples, the 

 flower-edged snowdrifts, and the grass-plots of 

 this wild garden seemed half-unreal, as over 

 them the long lights and torn shadows grouped 

 and changed, lingered and vanished, in the last 

 moments of the sun. The deep purple of evening 

 was over all, and the ruined crag with the broken 

 pine on the ridge-top was black against the even- 

 ing's golden glow, when I hastened to make camp 

 by a pine temple while the beautiful world of 

 sunset's hour slowly faded into the night. 



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