l8o I GO A- FISHING. 



giant slumbering away a night of drunkenness, you will 

 see this monster's forehead grow suddenly serene and 

 holy as the white fingers of the morning wander among 

 the shaggy locks of his brown hair, and day bends down 

 lovingly over him, first of all the sleepers, and blesses his 

 drunken slumber with her pure kiss. 



If you never saw mountains wake out of the darkness 

 when the morning is yet far off, you have something to 

 see in this world yet. 



Shall I ever forget a night on the Mediterranean, when 

 the steamer went plunging northward before a fierce 

 sirocco, and all the sea and sky in the blackness of the 

 darkness were hideously confused and confounded. I 

 stood on deck, with the spray going over me at every 

 roll of the ship, while now and then a monster came up 

 to the stern and hissed as he sent his blue folds over the 

 deck, and the ship quivered and moaned. All around 

 there was nothing visible but this wild confusion of black- 

 ness, out of which the waves lifted up their hands, and 

 the floods called in tones of thunder. And then, sudden- 

 ly as if a star had broken through clouds, high up in the 

 eastern sky there was a vision of something white and 

 pure and holy that was indeed only a star at first, but 

 grew rapidly into a greater form, and shone as moonlight 

 shines on a distant ripple of the sea, and then another 

 and another and another white light came out of the 

 gloom, and at last the great white waves of snow-clad 

 Lebanon rolled along the eastern horizon. 



The proper way for one who loves fine scenery to be- 

 gin the day here is to go at daylight to Echo Lake, and 

 he should be on Profile Lake at and after sunset. In 

 both cases he will be nearly alone. On Echo Lake I 

 have never yet met a human being before seven in the 



