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groaned through the craggy precipices, andthe thunder rolled beneath echoed ,amongthe mountains. However I was shelteredamid this tumult to which nature seemedawakened, and took from my case, Rous-seaus Nouvelle Heloise; the descriptionswere beautiful, the occupations, the com-forts, the happiness of an Alpine bergerdelighted me, and I thought of nothingbut cabins, solitude, and a rural life.* Ialmost forgot where 1 was, and that a brightsun sparkled upon'the new fallen snow.
Hastening along, I could yet perceiveno village; the road was through a pineforest, whose deep shades were soon con-founded in the deeper ones of night. Iheard the barking of the wolves, andmounted a rock to gain a more extensiveview around me. A light appeared notfar distant, which was my northern star,and 1 soon reached a cabin occupied by apeasant, who shared his supper and clean