OLGA BAY. 
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ravine, clothed v^ith leafy beauty, rose up around ; 
and trees of great variety, waving their green heads 
in the soft sea-breeze, were springing from every 
rift in the slate-stone rocks. Onward I strolled, now 
taking a snail from the bushes, and anon making 
prisoner of a longicorn, till I emerged, from under 
the wild mulberry-trees, upon an upland slope, 
green and pleasant to the eye, and bordered with 
dark woods and yellow raspberry-bushes. Suddenly 
my attention is arrested. What is that white 
gleaming object in the* grass? A cranium of some 
unknown deer of Japan ? Nay, smile not, gentle 
reader ; ’tis a horse’s skull ! 
AVe were now in Olga Bay, a deep inlet, 
ending in a river, with wild, uncultivated, rocky 
sides, covered with wood from the water’s edge. 
I worked my way from near the entrance to where 
a party was hauling the seine on the right bank, 
wading through long, rank grass, sweeping for 
insects among the flowers, and l}eating the young 
oaks, all the while stumbling over mouldering trunks 
of trees, and loose, old, moss-grown stones. Thus 
