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ghosts of mountain ranges, one to two hund- 
red miles away, which appear to float in the 
ambient atmosphere and are no more sub- 
stantial than visions. 
To receive all that the trail has to give, 
the full import of its message, so to speak, 
one must go on day after day—for a week, at 
least, which will answer perhaps as well as a 
month. It only yields itself fully to this 
persistent association and this complete de- 
tachment from the starting point, which is 
very likely to be a hotel, itself one of the 
uninspiring influences of life. You may make 
your own camp, or to avoid the encumbrance 
of pack animal, blankets, food, and guide, you 
may arrange to reach some village or camp 
each night. The charm is in the going— 
moving on into the unknown, the world before 
you, like a true nomad. And such a world! 
A sphere of light and colour and distance. 
In the East we do not know that enchant- 
ment which lies in distance. In the clear 
atmosphere of the South-West you come 
to love that wonderful horizon with its 
ethereal mountains, which ever lures and 
ever recedes as you advance. This is to be in 
the open. This is to know the flavour of life. 
Surrounded by ranges and peaks fading into 
