166 THE ADIRONDACK. 



black clouds came rushing over the huge mount ains^ 

 and the rain soon began to fall in torrents. Now hug- 

 ging the shore to escape the blast, and now sailing 

 under the lee of an island — once compelled to land till 

 the hurricane had passed^ — we crawled along until at 

 length, late in the afternoon, we found ourselves com- 

 fortably housed. 



The log hut of Mitchell, in which I spent the Sab- 

 bath, was in the centre of two or three acres of 

 cleared land ; all the rest was forest. During the day, 

 I was struck with the sense of propriety, and delicacy 

 of feeling shown by him. Sunday must have been a 

 weary day to him, yet he engaged in no sports, per- 

 formed no work, that I saw, inappropriate to it. In 

 the afternoon, however, he took down his violin, and I 

 expected such music as would distress one to hear 

 on the Sabbath. But he refrained from all those 

 tunes I knew he preferred, and played only sacred 

 hymns, most of them Methodist ones. I could not 

 imagine where he had learned them ; but this silent 

 respect for my feelings made me love him at once, and 

 I conceived a respect for him I shall never lose. 



The day went out in storms, and as I lay down that 

 night on my rough couch, I could hardly believe I 



