I was about to get down from my crotch in the tree, and was just reaching out my dexter leg to feel if I could touch a bough below me, when a low, wild shriek ran along the wire,as when the wind-harp, above referred to for illustration, is blown upon by some rude, sharp northwester.

He was remarkable for always jerking up his breeches when he gave out his orders, and his voice sounded not unlike the brattling of a tin trumpetowing to the number of hard northwesters which he had swallowed in the course of his seafaring.

In the afternoon, as I climbed a long, elevated ridge, over which a strong northwester was blowing, I was struck with a beautiful rustic church, in one of the dells below me.

All might still have gone well had the northwester continued as it was.