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ber of the little coterie ; disturb their innocent gam- 

 bols, their playful, graceful tricks. Were they but 

 for a moment aware of man's dreaded presence, all 

 would precipitantly make a hurried and fearful re- 

 treat. The true lover of nature loves not alone the 

 landscape, but loves those numerous additions, fasci- 

 nating and inexpressible, without which, the effect 

 of the grand foreground, the beautiful intermediate, 

 and the soft subdued distance, would be materially 

 diminished. In the northern portion of the State of 

 Maine, the scenery is truly sublime ; mountain after 

 mountain rises, as if each strove to overtop the other. 

 Giant pine-trees cling from precipice and crag, hang- 

 ing as if suspended in the air, bowlders and rocks of 

 all fantastic outlines, far, far above threaten instant de- 

 struction to all underneath ; brawling streams, grandly 

 impetuous, leap and throw themselves from rock to 

 rock, while every now and then glimpses of glassy 

 surfaced lakes, embosomed in wood, form a lovely dis- 

 tance. But this country, lovely as it is, is almost 

 destitute of animal life ; no songster greeted my ear 

 with his melody ; no startled deer bounded across my 

 path, so that an intense solitude that became painful 

 prevented the enjoyment that might have been 

 anticipated. But if grand natural scenery, ne'er des- 



