It was sublime indeed,--a never-to-be-forgotten presentation of stern, serene realities.
At last came the signs of day, the gradual clearing and breaking up; some faint sounds, from I know not what.

The little flies, too, arose from their bed amid the purple heather, and bit me; truly they were very welcome to do so.

But what was my disappointment to find the mist so thick, that I could see neither lake nor inn, nor anything to guide me.

I had to go by guess, and, as it happened, my Yankee method served me well.

I ascended the hill, crossed the torrent in the waterfall, first drinking some of the water, which was as good at that time as ambrosia.