VI. 



MORNI15G IN THE WOOD3. MY GUIDE. A FlBST VlSIT TO THS 



CITY. A MISTAKE AND ITS CoNSEQTJENCE3. 



THE morning was the most beautiful that I ever 

 witnessed, so clear, so cool and bright, and such 

 freshness upon all things. The trees wore a brighter, 

 greener mantle ; the 'little forest flowers, a richer hue. 

 The birds sang more joyously, and even the deep 

 voice of the frog had a note of gaiety in it, that it did 

 not possess before. The lake was perfectly calm, not 

 a ripple disturbed its waters, save where the trout 

 leaped in his gleesomeness above the surface. It was 

 a glorious sight, the rising of the sun that morning ; 

 to see him gilding with his beams the tops of the 

 mountains, while in the valley, where that lake lay 

 sleeping, the grayness of twilight still lingered ; to see 

 his light chasing the shadows down the sides of the 



mountains ; to see his rays, resting first on the tops of 

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