IN THE ADIRONDACKS 15 1 



had faded, all looked cold. Forms became 

 mere outlines and the chill breath of even- 

 ing whispered night ; mist hung round. I 

 felt, as I watched that sunset turning from 

 warmth and light to chill and darkness, as 

 if I were looking into the depths of some 

 dying creature's eye, watching life fade 

 and death creep in — the soul fleeting as 

 the sun had sunk — until mist had shut 

 out all light. 



