BUENSIDE. 



FAINTLY outlined in the dim distance, rising mass on mass 

 one beyond the other until lost in the almost darkness, the 

 pale grey of early dawn creeping slowly downward from 

 their summits, stand the mountains. A slight rosy flush, 

 heralding the advent of the sun, lights up their peaks, and 

 makes them more distinct. Nearer and nearer do they 

 appear to come, until what were only indistinct cloud-like 

 masses take form and structure, and prove their connection 

 with mother-earth as they loom in the distance, shrouded in 

 rich purple shadows. A few minutes later and the first rays 

 of the approaching sun tinge and are reflected from their 

 peaks, descending lower and lower down their sides as the 

 red ball of fire creeps nearer and nearer to the horizon, and 

 before long the last shadows of night have entirely vanished, 

 and the whole scene before me is flooded with glorious light. 

 The twinkling stars have one by one hidden their heads ; 

 even the brightest have at last disappeared. The deep 

 purple vault takes on a brighter and yet brighter blue, and 

 when the sun reaches the horizon, rich flashes of red and 

 orange dance athwart the azure dome. At last the sun 

 breaks forth in a refulgent glow, the bright tints disappear, 

 a rosy haze takes their place on the horizon, whilst overhead 



