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Here is a night to make the devils in Hell to shiver! A roaring, raging blustering wind, cold as a foretaste of the North Pole. Low wisps of & damp streamers of clouds racing along a few feet up from the ground & enveloping every hill, for we are often up in the clouds here at times; a cold, cheerless, uncharitable night to make a man dream of drawn curtains and a rearing fire roaring up the chimney. And what have I? A draughty tent & a guttering

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