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made it afraid of man ; but no, it forgot the evil and remembered 
the kindness onlj% and came to meet as a friend the hunter who 
shot it. It was long mourned by its best friend. 
This, if not the last chase in our waters, was certainly one of 
the very latest. The bay crossed by the frightened creature has 
been called “ Fawn Bay,” and the fine sjDring in the field above 
also bears the name of “ Fawn Spring.” 
Friday, Wtli . — Very warm ; thermometer S9. The •\illage has 
not been so dusty for years ; of course, walkmg and dri\dng are 
less agreeable than usual ; and yet the countrj- looks so beauti- 
fully that one is unwilling to remain long within doors. 
This afternoon, by striking into a narrow cross-road which car- 
ried us over the hills, we had a very pleasant drive ; the track 
was quite grassy in places, the shady boughs of an unfenced wood 
overhung the carriage, and pretty glimpses of the lake and hill- 
sides opened as we slowly ascended. It may be well at times to 
come suddenly upon a beautiful view ; the excitement of surprise 
adds in many instances to the enjoyment. Wlrei'e the coimtry is 
level and commonplace, the surprise becomes an important ele- 
ment from being less easily attained ; after drirag through a tame, 
uninteresting country, if we come suddenly upon a wild nook, with 
its groves, and brook, and rocks, we no doubt enjoy it the more 
from the chann of contrast. Where the landscape depends for 
its merit upon one principal object, as a cascade, a small lake, a 
min , &c., &c., the effect is the same, and it is generall}^ desirable 
that the best view be seen at once. But as regards hills and 
mountains, the case is very different, for the gradual ascent is in 
itself a full source of enjoyment ; every turn we reach in the climb- 
ing path, everj rood we gain in elevation, opens some fresh object 
