VI. 



MORNING IN THE WOOD3. MT_GuiDE. A FlRST VlSIT TO TH 



CITY. A MISTAKE AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. 



* 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, 

 greeoer 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 tha.t 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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