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most singular views ; and, on approaching 

 the summit, the rolling of the thunder, and 

 the flashing of the forked lightning beneath 

 my feet, added not a little to the sublimity 

 of the scene, which was like a disturbed 

 ocean interspersed with islands. 



I at length rejoined my friend, and found 

 a good repast prepared, with the addition 

 of some excellent potatoes. The rain still 

 falling in torrents, I did not change my 

 clothes, but fortified myself with some good 

 old Cogniac. Here a poor wounded sol- 

 dier begged assistance : he shewed his leg, 

 through which a musquet-ball had passed: 

 he said he had been left on the field of 

 battle in that state, and could get no cure ; 

 his companions had been forced to leave 

 him in following up the enemy, and he 

 was now endeavouring to reach his native 

 village. He told his tale so artlessly, that 

 I felt convinced of its truth, and gave him 

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