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of swampy paths must be at all times, we pointed 

 out to one another how the light fleeces of cloud 

 below the black mass swept round in a circle, fol- 

 lowing each other like straws in an eddy. Soon, 

 the dark mass came driving up at such 

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finish our walk in good weather. The 

 dense mist was presently upon us. On looking 

 behind, to watch its rate of advance, we saw a few 

 flashes of lightning burst from it. The thunder 

 had for some time been growling afar, almost in- 

 cessantly. The moment before the explosion of the 

 storm was as like a dream as a waking state can be. 

 We were walking on wild ground, now ascending, 

 now descending; a deep tarn (Floutern Tarn) on 

 our right hand, our feet treading on slippery rushes 

 or still more slippery grass; the air was dark as 

 during an eclipse ; and heavy mists drove past from 

 behind, just at the level of our heads, and sinking 

 every moment ; while before us, and far below 

 us — down as in a different world — lay Butter- 

 mere, and the neighbouring vales, sleeping in the 

 calmest sunshine. The contrast was singular — of 

 that warm picture, with its yellow lights and soft 

 shadows, with the turbulence and chill and gloom 

 of the station from which we viewed it. We had 

 but a moment to' look at it ; for not only did the 

 clouds sink before our- eyes, but the wind scudded 

 round to the opposite point of the compass, throw- 

 ing one after another of us flat as it passed. Within 

 a few minutes one of us had six falls, from the force 

 of the wind and the treachery of the ground, — now 

 in a trice a medley of small streams. It was im- 

 possible to stop the guide for a moment^s breath. 



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