A "Thousand- Mile Walk 



wall between; the grand Sierra stood along the 

 plain, colored in four horizontal bands: — 

 the lowest, rose purple; the next higher, dark 

 purple; the next, blue; and, above all, the white 

 row of summits pointing to the heavens. 



It may be asked. What have mountains fifty 

 or a hundred miles away to do with Twenty 

 Hill Hollow? To lovers of the wild, these moun- 

 tains are not a hundred miles away. Their 

 spiritual power and the goodness of the sky make 

 them near, as a circle of friends. They rise as 

 a portion of the hilled walls of the Hollow. 

 You cannot feel yourself out of doors; plain, 

 sky, and mountains ray beauty which you feel. 

 You bathe in these spirit-beams, turning round 

 and round, as if warming at a camp-fire. Pres- 

 ently you lose consciousness of your own sepa- 

 rate existence: you blend with the landscape, 

 and become part and parcel of nature. 



THE END 



