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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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about them grew whiter. Gradually, darknessfled away. It seemed like coming back to life and the world. Theforest sounds appeared to increase and multiply. The air grew yetcolder and more chilly. We looked at each other, Carl and I, andthere was a strange reflection in our faces; the grey of the morning;the novelty of our position and experience; the evidence of havingbeen aroused at one oclock in the morning. But we were ready torepeat the experience, over and over again. Finally the last remains of darkness rolled away; and though wecould not see it at the moment, we knew that the sun had shot upin the east. The very mists seemed to feel his immediate influence,for they curled and wreathed about as if endowed with life; as ifthey knew that their conqueror had come, and they would have togive in. The sky was flushed with crimson, and the forest trees weretinged with gold, and light and shadows once more fell athwart ourpath. Then presently his rays reached us, and we felt warmed and
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On the Sognefjord 54 ^ Night Excursion. comforted as they brought with them the inevitable sense of happi-ness and exhilaration. The forest responded to it. The mists disappeared. The fircones seemed to crack with joy, the branches to expand to the sunscaresses. It was a new day and a glad world. There was thatcolouring upon nature, that charm and freshness in the air, foundonly in these hours of sunrise. Everything seems young, gloriousand glowing. Over all there is a singular sense of stillness andrepose, as if nature were taking breathing time before the activehours of the day. The sense is as palpable as it is fleeting. Itcomes not again, even at sunset. At that hour nature is quitedifferent, as all well know who have watched her closely and felt hersubtle influences. We are changed also. In the morning we werebuckhng on our armour, strong for the race; now we are laying itaside. Certainly, rising at one in the morning, and driving hour afterhour through the pine forests of Norv^a

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