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Text for Page 028 [12-25-1850]

              furnace like into the clear exhilarating air.  Lost our sportsmen ere long, and
a bit of inland walking.     Along hard, quiet roads, by ill-ploughed fields
and white cottage or chapel, over fences, and across frozen ponds, now pelting
a churlishly disposed dog, now admiring the tall trees all bare with rime and 
hoar frost on their sturdy arms, now the blue Jersey hills stretching far away;
now speculating on the future, now pondering on the past, now picturing Christ-
mas Day At Home, and thoughts how each in his little Home world would be nam-
ed and kind thoughts kinder still for the occasion.     Anon striking into the
rock and coppice skirting the road we find a young fellow with boys endeavoring
to blast and split a fallen tree by the pouring of gunpowder into a hole therein
drilled. Divers essays did he make, but with little success.  We look
on awhile then in little coppice, by a frozen pool, (the thick surface of which
covering innumerables leaves of all lines, brown, green, yellow and black, was
exquisitely beautiful and remindful of the curious marble pavement of the approach
to the temple of Bacbue in Rabelais,)  we busy ourselves in getting branches
of bright red berries for the bedecking our room: admiring the exquisite various
many colored mosses, the small flowers, and anon setting fire to the dry grass
and rushes.         Out on the road, and again on ascent up the rocks, where
we made an enormous fire of dead cedars.  How it towered over the tall trees.
Anon, loaded by green cedar boughs we make a perilous descent at the back of
the tavern, clambering under, over and around the huge rocks; then a
brisk waterside walk back, and so to Canal by half past 3. Dined
on cold beef in the Kitchen, and then ascent. Decorating the room with our
leafy spoil till it looked Arcadian.    Barth came, and stayed the evening,
taking part of Waud�s bed. A really pleasant fire light back-talk 
with him at midnight.
  26. Thursday.  To the Era Office. To Genins, and thus the 
morning passed.  And to Genin�s and the Office at Park Place               
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