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It was eight o'clock when we landed; we walked for a short time

on the shore, enjoying the transitory light, and then retired to

the inn and contemplated the lovely scene of waters, woods, and

mountains, obscured in darkness, yet still displaying their black

outlines.

The wind, which had fallen in the south, now rose with great

violence in the west. The moon had reached her summit in the

heavens and was beginning to descend; the clouds swept across it

swifter than the flight of the vulture and dimmed her rays, while

the lake reflected the scene of the busy heavens, rendered still

busier by the restless waves that were beginning to rise.

Suddenly a heavy storm of rain descended.