MOUNTAIN-BARKIEKS 



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drifts of lilac-blue are drawn like mists across 

 the valleys ; the yellow sands have shifted into 

 a pallid gray. The glory of the wilderness has 

 gone down with the sun. Mystery that haunt- 

 ing sense of the unknown is all that remains. 

 It is time that we should say good-night per- 

 haps a long good-night to the desert. 



Good-night 

 to the 

 desert. 



