My First Summer 



the break and should gradually develop new 

 arms and shoulders and head, while the old 

 damaged portion of his body died. 



Grand white cloud mountains and domes 

 created about noon as usual, ridges and ranges 

 of endless variety, as if Nature dearly loved 

 this sort of work, doing it again and again 

 nearly every day with infinite industry, and 

 producing beauty that never palls. A few 

 zigzags of lightning, five minutes' shower, 

 then a gradual wilting and clearing.,, 



July 23. Another midday cloudland, 

 displaying power and beauty that one never 

 wearies in beholding, but hopelessly un- 

 sketchable and untellable. What can poor 

 mortals say about clouds ? While a descrip- 

 tion of their huge glowing domes and ridges, 

 shadowy gulfs and canons, and feather- 

 edged ravines is being tried, they vanish, 

 leaving no visible ruins. Nevertheless, these 

 fleeting sky mountains are as substantial and 

 significant as the more lasting upheavals of 

 granite beneath them. Both alike are built 



