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A TRIP TO THE HIGHLANDS
 UNCLE TOM had been telling Fred and me about many strange places he had seen. Last of all, he told
us about some high mountains he had climbed. We wanted to climb one very much. So father said he
would go with us up a high hill not far from the city.
Mother did not need to call us in the morning, for we woke up very early. The sky in the east was
bright, and we knew that soon we should see the sun. We wanted to start at once, but mother said it
would be better to have breakfast first.
We put on thick shoes that the stones would not easily cut. Father gave each of us a stout stick to
help us climb. Fred had a knapsack, in which mother put some bread, cold meat, crackers, and a cup
to drink from. In one corner we put some towels.
We were soon outside the city, walking along the road. We passed a village, and
 went through fields
and woods. By and by we could see the land before us rising higher and higher. We saw no longer such
beautiful farms and gardens as we had passed.
In a little while we reached the foot of the hill and began to ascend. As we went up the slope, we
came to steep, rugged places that were hard to climb, where we needed our
 sticks. The trees were
smaller, and there were many bushes. There were large rocks, too, in the sides of the hill. At the
foot, the weather was quite warm, but it grew cooler and cooler the higher we went.
AS WE WENT UP THE SLOPE
"On the summit at last!" cried Fred, as we reached the top.
From where we stood, we could see the city with its little straight streets, that look so wide when
we walk on them. We could see the house-tops, too, and the church steeples. Then father showed us
 we passed; and the woods we went through. But the trees looked like bushes, and some men
at the foot of the hill looked no larger than the baby.
WE COULD SEE THE CITY WITH ITS LITTLE STRAIGHT STREETS
Down the mountain, a little way, we found a spring where the water was clear and cool. Here we sat
down on a rock, and ate the lunch we had brought. While we rested, we watched the little rill that
flowed from the spring—
"Blue in the shadow,
Silver in the sun."
 Down the hill, it was larger, and we saw other rills flowing into it. When it reached the valley, it
was much larger; and farther down, father said, boats could sail on it.
Before us, in the valley, lay a large sheet of still water.
IN THE VALLEY, LAY A LARGE SHEET OF STILL WATER
"Oh, how pretty!" exclaimed I.
"Yes, that is a lake," said father. "How beautiful it looks as the sunlight plays on its smooth
surface! It reflects in its clear water the sky and the trees around it."
"I can see an island in the lake," said Fred. "Vessels are sailing all round it."
"Are all islands small, like that?" he asked.
"Oh, no!" said father. "Some islands are hundreds of miles round, and have many people living upon
Fred then pointed to a piece of land extending out into the water, and asked whether that, too, was
"No," replied father, "that is a peninsula. It is land almost surrounded by water. And the narrow
neck which joins the peninsula to the mainland is called an isthmus.
 "You see the bend in the land, with the water from the lake running in?" asked father.
"Yes," said Fred.
"That is called a bay. Around every ocean, which is a much larger body of water, there are many such
"The narrow strip of water, which a boat is just entering, is called a strait. The strait separates
the island from the mainland."
Stretching far away to the east was flat, level land, which father called a plain. Scattered here
and there were many farmhouses and quiet villages. Little bright, sparkling streams wound their way
like silver threads through the green grass of the meadows. It was a lovely scene indeed!
The sun was already low in the west as we made ready to return. As it set—
A wonderful glory of color,
A splendor of shifting light—
Orange and scarlet and purple
Flamed in the sky so bright.