cellar under his chapel,--"Jordan." So she let her wild spirits run
loose; and then a tenderer feeling stole over her, and she sang herself
into a more tranquil mood with the gentle music of "Dundee." And again
she pulled quietly and steadily at her oars, until she reached the wooded
region through which the river winds after leaving the "Broad Meadows."

The tumult in her blood was calmed, yet every sense and faculty was awake
to the manifold delicious, mysterious impressions of that wonderful June
night, The stars were shining between the tall trees, as if all the
jewels of heaven had been set in one belt of midnight sky. The voices of
the wind, as they sighed through the pines, seemed like the breath of a
sleeping child, and then, as they lisped from the soft, tender leaves of
beeches and maples, like the half-articulate whisper of the mother
hushing all the intrusive sounds that might awaken it. Then came the
pulsating monotone of the frogs from a far-off pool, the harsh cry of an
owl from an old tree that overhung it, the splash of a mink or musquash,
and nearer by, the light step of a woodchuck, as he cantered off in his
quiet way to his hole in the nearest bank. The laurels were just coming
into bloom,--the yellow lilies, earlier than their fairer sisters,
pushing their golden cups through the water, not content, like those, to
float on the surface of the stream that fed them, emblems of showy
wealth, and, like that, drawing all manner of insects to feed upon them.
The miniature forests of ferns came down to the edge of the stream, their
tall, bending plumes swaying in the night breeze. Sweet odors from
oozing pines, from dewy flowers, from spicy leaves, stole out of the
tangled thickets, and made the whole scene more dream-like with their
faint, mingled suggestions.

By and by the banks of the river grew lower and marshy, and in place of
the larger forest-trees which had covered them stood slender tamaracks,