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BRIGHTER MORNING. 
penetrate every fibre of their bodies and to chill 
the very marrow in their bones. The moon and 
stars looked pale and troubled, as, numb and 
shivering, they watched them through the inter- 
minable hours of that fearful night. But at last, 
with a cold, exhausted look, the sun arose and 
succeeded in quieting the wind to such an extent 
that a fire was possible. Some breakfast was 
eaten ; and they started from their dreary camp. 
Their road — if a scarcely perceptible trail could 
be called one — lay over rolling hills. At first 
these were quite destitute of trees ; but before 
nightfall clumps of yellow pine appeared, disposed 
in such a way as to remind one of a country gen- 
tleman’s park. Here and there, too, were passed 
strange, wind-worn rocks, from eight to twenty 
feet high, and from two to twelve feet in thick- 
ness. The rich, brown grass was much taller and 
more abundant than on the plains, and gave the 
landscape a more inviting aspect. During most 
of the day the wind kept blowing furiously at 
times ; and every one but Mr. Maxwell grew 
nervous from its exhausting effects. His vigor 
of body and equanimity of mind were seldom 
disturbed. If the weather was disagreeable and 
the roads almost impassable, he was jolly and 
smiling. If the team grew fractious and the 
harness broke — no uncommon event — he whis- 
tled, talked to the beasts, and “ tinkered the 
