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the sky on the mountains. When we look at a 

 distant mountain it seems to be partly hidden 

 by a peculiar haze that is the color of the sky 

 at that time; we are really looking at the 

 mountain through a portion of the sky. 

 While in Athens I took a trip to the top of 

 Mount Pentelicus, which separates the plains 

 of Athens on the south from those of Mara- 

 thon on the north. From the summit of this 

 mountain we have a most wonderful view of 

 the archipelago of the ^Egean Sea a beauti- 

 ful map of blue water and brown islands that 

 melt together in the distance. At our feet lay 

 the historic plains of Marathon, and in the dis- 

 tance rose the snow-capped peaks of Mount 

 Olympus. It is doubtful if the world fur- 

 nishes a more beautiful combination of ocean, 

 island, continent, and sky than can be seen 

 from Mount Pentelicus. Myriads of brown 

 islands set in the bluest of water graceful in 

 outline and multiform in shape jutting 

 headlands and land-locked harbors strong in 

 color and outline in the immediate fore- 

 ground, but gradually melting together in the 

 distance, the brown becoming bluer and the 

 blue a softer blue till the whole is lost on the 

 horizon in a sky that shades back to the zenith 

 in an ever-changing azure that for purity of 

 tone baffles all description. 



What wonder that a people born under such 

 skies and whose eyes have feasted on such 



