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standing safely over us. In a short time the wind passed 

 on, leaving the heavy rain to pour down in torrents, and tho 

 deep voiced thunder to come crashing down to the earth, or 

 go rolling solemnly and heavily along the sky. It rained 

 for an hour as it can do only among these mountain regions. 

 The clouds and the rain at length swept on, and the bow of 

 promise spanned the rear of the retiring storm ; a new joy 

 seemed to take possession of the wild things, and gladness 

 and merriment sounded from every direction in the old 

 woods ; a thin and shadowy mist hung like a veil over the 

 water, and a refreslu'ng coolness, as well as brightness and 

 glory, were all around us. These storms of a hot summer 

 day in this high region, if one is prepared for them, are full 

 of pleasant interest ; they rise so majestically, sweep along 

 with such power, and pass away so triumphantly, leaving 

 behind them such a calm sweetness in the air, that a jour- 

 ney to this wilderness would be imperfect in interest without 

 witnessing them. 



We entered Little Tupper's Lake towards evening, at the 

 north end, and looking down south, one of the most beau- 

 tiful yiews imaginable opened upon our vision. Surrounded 

 by low and undulating hills, dotted with islands, with long 

 points running far out into the lake, and pleasant little bays 

 hiding around behind wooded promontories, it presented a 

 wild yet pleasing landscape, on which a painter's eye could 

 not rest but with delight, and which, transferred to canvas, 

 would make a picture of which any artist might be proud. 



By the way, I wonder that our artists do not summer 



