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Camps and Tramps About Ktaadn. 



KTAAUN FROM CREEK AT WEST END OF LAKK. 



after four o'clock and waded a mile of lake to escape the entangling 

 thicket of the margin. 



The sunrise of the next day was like opening the book of Reve- 

 lations. While everything was lying asleep in misty twilight, sud- 

 denly the lurking leaden clouds in the west blushed as the east flung 

 them its salute across the sea, and wreathed themselves in rosy gar- 

 lands upon the brow of the monarch. And then the monarch awoke, 

 and rose up in the mirage, and bathed himself in the yellow light, 

 till his crest was transmuted into gold, and his breast into leagues of 

 pink coral, while every glory of the rainbow rolled down his gorgeous 

 flanks as morning broke upon the plain. 



The Mount Turner party returned next day, and told their stories 

 over the evening camp-fire, — stories of hard struggles over wind-falls 

 and through tangled underwood, of a few spoonfuls of water apiece on 

 the mountain top, and of compensation for their troubles in the rare 

 beauty of a primeval forest, — singular growths, dead trunks tumbled 

 picturesquely together by the wind, great trees wreathing their roots 

 around big bowlders cushioned all over with mosses, and little rivu- 

 lets running out below, all variegated with the glistening white birch 



