n a vast extent of country, exhibiting a beautiful variety of
forests, rivers, villages, and farms. On the other side was a rocky
precipice, rising abruptly to a considerable height, and then sloping
off towards the summit of the mountain. They walked along a few steps on
a smooth surface of the rock, between patches of grass and
blueberry-bushes, until Lucy and Rollo ran forward to a brook which came
foaming down the precipice, and then, after tumbling along over rocks a
little way, took another foaming leap down the mountain, and was lost
among the trees below.

The party all stepped carefully over this brook, and then walked along
up the bank on the opposite side until they came to the precipice. Here
they were surprised and pleased to see a large bower built, in front of
a little sort of cavern or recess in the rock. Jonas had built it of
large limbs of trees and bushes, which he had leaned up against the
rock, in such a manner as to enclose a large space within. There was an
opening left round on the farther side, next the rock, and they all went
round mid went in--Rollo first, then Lucy, then the others. They found
that smooth and clean logs and stones were arranged around the sides of
the bower; and in the middle, on a carpet of leaves, was very abundant
provision for a rustic dinner.

There was bread, and butter, and ham, and gingerbread, and pie, and
glasses for water from the brook. Rollo and Lucy wondered how all those
things could have got up the mountain. Presently, however, they
recollected that, when they were coming up, Jonas had two covered
baskets to bring, and they thought, at the time, that they seemed to be
heavy.

Thus the day passed away, and towards evening they came down the
mountain. Some remarkable things happened when they were coming down,
which will be related in the story called "TROUBLE ON THE MOUNTAIN."

[Illustration: "Coming down the Mountain"]

TROUBLE ON THE MOUNTAIN

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BOASTING.

"How pleasant it is here!" said Rollo to his cousin Lucy, as they were
gathering blueberries high up on old Mount Benalgon, the day they went
up with Rollo's father and mother, and uncle; "and how thick the
blueberries are, Lucy!"

"Yes," said Lucy, "they are very thick, I think; and how far we can see
now, we are up here so high! I wish we were up on that great high rock."

Rollo looked where Lucy pointed, and he saw, away above them, a rocky
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