The gentlemen gathered clusters of the bittersweet (celastrus scandens) from the overhanging boughs to make a wreath for my hat, as we trod the tangled pathway, which, like that of Christabel, was "Now in glimmer and now in gloom," through the alternations of open glade and shady thicket.

Soon, like the same lovely heroine, "We reached the place--right glad we were," and, without further delay, we were again on board our little boat and skimming over the now placid waters..