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by Edgar Allan Poe (Author)
Durante una excursi n a pie, que realic el pasado verano a trav s de uno o dos de los condados ribere os de Nueva York, me encontr , al caer el d a, un tanto desorientado acerca del camino que deb a seguir. La tierra se ondulaba de un modo considerable y durante la ltima hora mi senda hab a dado vueltas y m s vueltas de aqu para all , tan confusamente en su esfuerzo por mantenerse dentro de los valles, que no tard mucho en ignorar en qu direcci n quedaba la bonita aldea de B..., donde hab a decidido pernoctar. El sol casi no hab a brillado durante el d a -en el m s estricto sentido de la palabra-, a pesar de lo cual hab a estado desagradablemente caluroso. Una niebla humeante, parecida a la del verano indio, envolv a todas las cosas y, desde luego, contribu a a mi incertidumbre. During a pedestrian trip last summer, through one or two of the river counties of New York, I found myself, as the day declined, somewhat embarrassed about the road I was pursuing. The land undulated very remarkably; and my path, for the last hour, had wound about and about so confusedly, in its effort to keep in the valleys, that I no longer knew in what direction lay the sweet village of B-, where I had determined to stop for the night. The sun had scarcely shone-strictly speaking-during the day, which nevertheless, had been unpleasantly warm. A smoky mist, resembling that of the Indian summer, enveloped all things, and of course, added to my uncertainty.
