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anythingj-I-can-do-it-any-tlme-I-want^to, and letting off fine sur-
prises of lurid eloquence at such judicious intervals, that I presently
began to suspect—
But no matter what I began to suspect.    Hear him—
* Ten miles above Winona we come to Fountain City, nestling
sweetly at the feet of cliffe that lift their awful fronts, Jovelifce,
toward the blue depths of heaven, bathing them in virgin atmo-
spheres that have known no other contact save that of angels'

queen's bluff.
* And next we glide through silver waters, amid lovely and stu-
pendous aspects of nature that attune oar hearts to adoring admira-
tion, about twelve miles, and strike Mcwmt Yemoa, six hundred feet
high, with romantic ruins of a once first-class hoiel perched frtr gmngtg
the cloud shadows that mottle its dszssy heights—sote reoujaixfe of ooq&-
flourishing Mount Veraon, town of early days, bow deeolwle «id
utterly deserted.