CHAPTER V 



IN STORM AND SHINE 



" Well roars the storm to those that hear 

 A deeper voice across the storm." 



Tennyson. 



Although Nature is moving apace, and the poet 

 declares he has even " heard the grasses springing 

 underneath the snow " ; although one set of flowers 

 is surplanting another in startlingly swift succes- 

 sion, and the first-fruits of the Alpine year are 

 already on the wane, we will take our own time 

 and study this progress with deliberate care and 

 attention. We have seen May smiling ; we ought 

 — nay, we are in duty bound — to see her frowning. 

 Like the recluse of Walden, we ought each of us 

 to become a "self-appointed inspector of snow- 

 storms and rainstorms." 



An undoubtedly noble and proper philosophy 

 assures us that there is truth and beauty in no 

 matter what condition, and that they who see 



