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As he stopped for a moment, before putting his design in

execution, the wind brought a new sound to his ear-the murmur of

running water. Intently listening, to ascertain if his senses did

not deceive him, he cried out, "It is the Adda!" His fatigue

vanished, his pulse returned, his blood flowed freely through his

veins, his fears disappeared; and guided by the friendly sound,

he went forward. He soon reached the extremity of the plain, and

found himself on the edge of a steep precipice, whence looking

downward, he discovered, through the bushes, the long-desired

river, and, on the other side of it, villages scattered here and

there, with hills in the distance; and on the summit of one of

these a whitish spot, which in the dimness he took to be a city;

Bergamo certainly!