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those who will excuse, or even approve of, a writer 

 for saying that, among the memories of a month's 

 eventful tour, those which stand out as beacon- 

 points, those round which all the others group 

 themselves, are the first wolf-track by the road-side 

 in the Kyllwald ; the first sight of the blue and 

 green Eoller-birds, walking behind the plough like 

 rooks in the tobacco-fields of Wittlich ; the first 

 ball of Olivine scraped out of the volcanic slasj- 

 heaps of the Dreisser-Weiher ; the first pair of 

 tlie Lesser Bustard fiushed upon the downs of the 

 Mosel-kopf; the first sight of the cloud of white 

 Ephemerae, fluttering in the dusk like a summer 

 snowstorm between us and the black cliffs of 

 the Eheinstein, while the broad Ehine beneath 

 flashed blood-red in the blaze of the lightning and 

 the fires of the Mausenthurm — a lurid Acheron 

 above which seemed to hover ten thousand unburied 

 ghosts ; and last, but not least, on the lip of the 

 vast Mosel-kopf crater — just above the point where 

 the weight of the fiery lake has burst the side of 

 the great slag-cup, and rushed forth between two 



