A DAY AFTER PTARMIGAN 115 



Had we really been there ? we asked each 

 other, or was it all a beautiful dream ? 



We named the spot Pisgah, and truly it 

 fulfilled all that the imagination demands of 

 a place from where the Land of Promise could 

 be seen. 



The words of God to Moses might have 

 been said of that lofty height : " Get thee up 

 into the top of Pisgah, and lift up thine eyes, 

 westward and northward and southward and 

 eastward, and behold it with thine eyes." 



Was it not indeed a Land of Promise we 

 viewed from there ? and not of promise only, 

 thank God, but of much fulfilment. The 

 Land of love and friendship, of faithful com- 

 radeship through the years, of happiness, of 

 renewed health and powers of patient en- 

 durance, without which it were hard indeed 

 ever to reach the true Pisgahs of life. 



What matter that no stag was brought home 

 that night, that the rifle returned as clean 

 as it went out ? we had regained the heights, 

 we had stood on Pisgah. 



But to return to to-day. The first touch of 



