SWAYING TREE TOPS 



upon one, but in the morning after 

 a shower it was a journey that one 

 would care not to miss. It was 

 not long before the mountain's foot 

 was reached, and the trail led upward 

 through a woods so dense that be- 

 ginning and end of journey were 

 lost to view. Sometimes the ascent, 

 steep and abrupt, led around huge 

 fallen rocks which, cast off above by 

 the frost of winter, had fallen and 

 threatened peril to the village below. 

 Again the trail ran out into the open, 

 along a shoulder of the mountain, 

 and then I could see the long way 

 back to distant ridge and further 

 mountain, which led to thoughts of 

 what lay beyond them. Thus the 

 morning passed, as I was going up- 

 ward with the sun. When it had 



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