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burst away into soft, rosy fragments. The vast 
valley of the Connecticut, with nearly all of 
Vermont, lay visible before us ; lakes glistened, 
grain-fields spread, glimpses of rivers showed 
themselves. It was like a vast battlefield in 
the multiplicity of little vapors that hung over 
detached ‘points, and on distant hills lay level 
bars of absolutely golden light. The Green 
Mountains and the far Adirondacks and the 
curious Notch in which lies Willoughby Lake 
were all closely shrouded with ‘these gorgeous 
splendors ; and as we: looked down from above, 
it was as if the sunset itself lay in state. Yet 
glittering raindrops were still falling on us, and 
we were glad to speed rapidly downward, away 
from this bright scene, to the mountain’s foot, 
there to seek dry clothing, made up from many 
-wardrobes, at the Breezy Point House, and to 
take our way by the mountain wagon to the 
‘railway station. The next day we felt a certain 
triumph amidst our bruises. We were not ex- 
actly like Keats’s 
“ watcher of the skies 
When a new planet swims into his ken,” 
‘but we had at least rediscovered the Pleiades. 
