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They fought three hours by the day,
Till at last the wild-boar-he ran away,
Cut him down!

Cut him down!”

This delightful ballad of "Bangum and the Boar” Trip sang all to himself, for by this time we were about getting to sleep. Whether this version is a correct one, Heaven only knows! But we give it here as Trip sang it, and the probability therefore is that it is a good deal mixed up. Be this as it may, it is a very remarkable lyric, and worthy of being preserved in this chronicle as a specimen of our earlier and ruder song.

About this time some drops of rain fell down heavily upon the leaves of the forest-premonitory of what was in store for us; and in five minutes more, we, our camp, and everything around, were drenched. As it seemed to be a rather settled, steady pouring down of the clouds, without any wind or noise of any sort about it-and as there was no help for it, the hunters secured the fire as well as they could (covering it over partially with some pieces of hemlock-bark); when, rooting ourselves about among each other like a litter of pigs in a barnyard, we soon fell asleep, in defiance of the pitiless elements.



UNDISTURBED by any of the wild beasts, we slept through the rain until broad daylight, when we crawled out of our litter, and started the nearlyextinguished fire. The rain had ceased to fall sometime in the night; but the mist covered the mountains and enveloped the river; the forest was everywhere dripping wet, and for a while it was rather cheerless as we sat drooping before the slow fire. Soon, however, the flames took hold of the wood, and, as the blaze spread, our spirits revived.

The worst possible thing for a man to do, under any circumstances, is to sit down and droop: the very best, all the philosophers agree, is to go to work. So we picked up the hatchets and axe, and soon had a wagon-load of young hemlocks and firs upon the fire, making a flame that dried the atmosphere all around our villa. In doing this, it was discovered that we were as supple of joint and limb as if we had slept in moonshine; and when Triptolemus looked for his cold (which he had brought with him into the country), and couldn't

find it and Mr. Butcut felt himself lighter and freer in body than he had done since he startedit would have puzzled any one, coming fresh among us, to believe that we had slept out all night in the open air, in a drenching rain.

After breakfast, however, going beyond the encampment, and seeing everything still wet and uncomfortable, the hearts of some of the party began to fail them and it was proposed that we should

strike our camp for home.

"What! and not explore the stream, after coming out all the way here for the purpose!-Nonot so," said the artist, who wished to sketch the falls.

"Not so," repeated the Master, who wished to take some of the larger trout of the Blackwater.

"And you mean, then, to keep us out here another night in the rain !" exclaimed Peter. "I won't submit to it!"

"I should rather think we have had enough of it," said Galen-the idea of another night of rain destroying his romance a little.

"What do you say, Trip? Are you satisfied?" "Ugh-uh!” replied Trip; but whether he meant yes or no, was only to be got at from his countewhich was rather down.


"It will read badly in our annals, gentlemen,” observed the Master, "to go back without exploring the falls. Besides, I want to get in among the

large fish. yet!"

We have caught nothing to call a trout

“We have seen all the falls we are going to see," said Peter.

"What's your opinion as to that, Powell?"

"There are certainly larger falls, gentlemen, somewhere down below us. These couldn't make all the roar we have heard out here- could they, Conaway?"

“That's onpossible," replied Conway.

"Gentlemen, I am really suffering very much out here this climate don't agree with me!" said Peter, pathetically.

"You look ill, But!"

Peter smiled faintly at this. It was the first trace of anything of the kind that had illumined his countenance since day dawned.

The reader will perceive, from the above conversation—which will serve as a sample of a very considerable discussion, involving the breaking up of the expedition at this point-that some of us had enough of the wilderness. Although we were all perfectly unharmed by the exposure of the last night, yet the recollection of it affected the mind unpleasantly, and suggested visions of the comfort of Towers's hostel, which made against any very strong wish to remain out another night-such night in our Blackwater villa. But the secret of this desire to leave was attributable to the fact that

the sun had not yet risen high enough to clear the hilltops, and disperse the mists and fogs of the morning, which after such a night of rain, had enveloped everywhere the beautiful world around. Let but the sun shine awhile, and the glory of the rhododendron the beauty of light and shadethe splendor of the living green of the wild-the sheen and the sparkle of the waters—the summermorning breeze-the song of the birds-all thẻ glories of the month of June in the mountains-all these must enter into the heart, and bring gladness to despair itself. As it was, the Master and the Signor rather had But, and Galen, and Trip, in their power; for the two hunters, it was very evident, were keen-set for the exploration of the falls. No one up here knew anything about these falls, other than the conjecture of their existence: at any rate, there was no known man who had seen them. pride of discovery, therefore, operated on the hunters; and it was apparent that all Andante and the Master had to do, was to say the word, and they couldn't be bribed to go back. However, the sun began to shine out about this time, breaking through the mists of the valley; and it was agreed that the exploring party should go out, while the others would amuse themselves fishing or shooting in the neighborhood of the camp, and, if they tired of that, occupy themselves in ornamenting our villa, and in improving its sleeping-apartment with a roof-so


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