El western Avernus; . ken por un mayor roca que arrojaron una jetof espuma en el aire. Se corrió rápidamente y de forma precipitada, canción shriller withits todos pero dominada en la profundidad del río strongbass distante rugido de las cataratas. Beyondthe Creek, en su propia sombra, para las lunas peak ofsilver snow demostró por encima de la barrera, fue el sombreforest, primero una pared maciza de negrura pero breakinggradually con vista prolongada en ligero pincel troncos andblack debajo, con sombras grises y hollowsover ellos, y encima más ligero y el más ligero shadeswhich corrió a ramas delgadas contra el azul, con here para allí o

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The western Avernus; . ken by a higher rock that threw a jetof foam in air. It ran rapidly and hurriedly by, withits shriller song all but overpowered in the deep strongbass of the distant river of roaring cataract. Beyondthe creek, in its own shadow, for the moons peak ofsilver snow showed above the barrier, was the sombreforest, at first a wall of solid blackness but breakinggradually with prolonged sight into lighter brush andblack trunks below, with grey shadows and hollowsover them, and above again lighter and lighter shadeswhich ran to slender twigs against the blue, with hereand there one star glittering through an oriel windowof branches. I woke at midnight and found it sharp frost. Thefires had burnt to embers. Round about me in everydirection lay my companions sleeping, save one or twounfortunates without blankets, who kept their backsagainst the trunks of the pines and their heads and armsupon their knees, crouching in a heap to retain whatheat they could in them, as they looked into the fires 62. MOUNT BURGESS. EMERALD LAKE. toface p. 62. The Kicking Horse Pass and wished for day. I walked out of the shadows of theforest to the banks of the creek. The moon was sunkdeep below the sloping shoulders of her peak, and herpale fires had died from the snow and ice. The starsglittered more radiantly in a darker blue, and pine-woodand mountain shadow melted into one upon the distantslopes. Looking down the valley was vague darkness, and when I walked a few yards from the rushing creekI could hear plainly the wavering roar of the riverpalpitating musically through the calm cold air. Savethat, there was no sound ; everything was sleeping ; andwhen I turned away from the look of the red eyes offire that gleamed through the brush from our camping-ground, I might fancy myself alone, with the voicelessspirit of the mountains brooding over me, one withthe night. But the romance of the time fell from me as I feltthe air more and more chilly, and I went to sleep againwith

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