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came at midnight and broke our dreams by its terrific howl.  For two hours the lightning flashed [[striked out]] continuously, illuminating all things as by an ill-omened meteor, & the roar of the accompanying thunder, the torrents of [[unclear: descending?]] rain & the wind driving like hurricane follow as the herald of its deeds.  The accumulated streams descended from the hills & [[strike outs/unclear:  filled in its impetuos?]] force a ravine that was near us adding its voice to the chorus of contending sounds.  The stout canvass of our tents
came at midnight and broke our dreams by its terrific howl.  For two hours the lightning flashed [[striked out]] continuously, illuminating all things as by an ill-omened meteor, & the roar of the accompanying thunder, the torrents of [[unclear descending?]] rain & the wind driving like hurricane follow as the herald of its deeds.  The accumulated streams descended from the hills & [[strike outs/unclear:  filled in its impetuos?]] force a ravine that was near us adding its voice to the chorus of contending sounds.  The stout canvass of our tents

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came at midnight and broke our dreams by its terrific howl. For two hours the lightning flashed striked out continuously, illuminating all things as by an ill-omened meteor, & the roar of the accompanying thunder, the torrents of unclear: descending? rain & the wind driving like hurricane follow as the herald of its deeds. The accumulated streams descended from the hills & strike outs/unclear: filled in its impetuos? force a ravine that was near us adding its voice to the chorus of contending sounds. The stout canvass of our tents