1 The wet wood which I had placed near the heat dried and itself became inflamed.
2 It was not splintered by the shock, but entirely reduced to thin ribbons of wood.
3 My place of refuge was constructed of wood, but so low that I could with difficulty sit upright in it.
4 For some weeks I led a miserable life in the woods, endeavouring to cure the wound which I had received.
5 She sang, and her voice flowed in a rich cadence, swelling or dying away like a nightingale of the woods.
6 We saw many ruined castles standing on the edges of precipices, surrounded by black woods, high and inaccessible.
7 After having landed, they proceeded to search the country, parties going in different directions among the woods and vines.
8 The spire of Evian shone under the woods that surrounded it and the range of mountain above mountain by which it was overhung.
9 As soon as I was convinced that no assistance could save any part of the habitation, I quitted the scene and sought for refuge in the woods.
10 I covered it carefully with dry wood and leaves and placed wet branches upon it; and then, spreading my cloak, I lay on the ground and sank into sleep.
11 When they had retired to rest, if there was any moon or the night was star-light, I went into the woods and collected my own food and fuel for the cottage.
12 I saw, with surprise and grief, the leaves decay and fall, and nature again assume the barren and bleak appearance it had worn when I first beheld the woods and the lovely moon.
13 No wood, however, was placed on the earth, which formed the floor, but it was dry; and although the wind entered it by innumerable chinks, I found it an agreeable asylum from the snow and rain.
14 I reflected on this, and by touching the various branches, I discovered the cause and busied myself in collecting a great quantity of wood, that I might dry it and have a plentiful supply of fire.
15 I gave several hours to the serious consideration of this difficulty, but I was obliged to relinquish all attempt to supply it, and wrapping myself up in my cloak, I struck across the wood towards the setting sun.
16 As the night advanced, a fierce wind arose from the woods and quickly dispersed the clouds that had loitered in the heavens; the blast tore along like a mighty avalanche and produced a kind of insanity in my spirits that burst all bounds of reason and reflection.
17 It was eight o'clock when we landed; we walked for a short time on the shore, enjoying the transitory light, and then retired to the inn and contemplated the lovely scene of waters, woods, and mountains, obscured in darkness, yet still displaying their black outlines.
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