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stealing away to deeper seclusion in a wider vale. 

 Here are little fluffy bits of fog creeping up the 

 slopes skirmishers from the great host of vapoury 

 shapes which even now are in motion and surge 



THE RETREATING MIST. 

 (A Scene on Snowdon.) 



higher and higher from their silent resting-place. 

 Over yon hill they seem to rise as with uplifted 

 arms, hastening from the clear rays. In wild dis- 

 order they are rent against the woods that crown 

 the slope. Finally they flee across the sky. Now 



