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tain's side. Kindling a fire, we cooked some 

 coffee, watching, as we drank it, the bright ver- 

 milion bow which grew upon the eastern cloud, 

 until it spanned the horizon from north to south ; 

 from under whose arch of gold and azure the 

 heavy-tongued thunder rolled its dying cadences 

 far away eastward over the Eacquette. 



