THROUGH LIBRARY WINDOWS 255 



But what a fortnight of rest and sleep and 

 eating and tramping and exploring and sight- 

 seeing. Day and night the great mountain 

 was in evidence, and was felt and heard; in 

 storms it roared, in winds it moaned, in sun- 

 shine it fairly gleamed and glittered, in moon- 

 light it seemed alive with fairies and dryads and 

 oreads so weird and fascinating. Its flora and 

 fauna and rocks and gorges and nooks and by- 

 paths were sought out and experienced. We 

 stood under its pines among whose tops the 

 "sound of a going" is ever heard; we climbed 

 rugged rocks gray with unnumbered ages and 

 anon walked under their shadows as beneath 

 the walls of a frowning castle we could not 

 enter; we sat on banks of moss intermingled 

 with running ground pine ; we rambled along its 

 laughing streams that were leaping boulders 

 and scattering spray in wildest glee over preci- 

 pices, and every day nerves were intoned and 

 embedded and mind revelled in luxurious rest. 

 Every turn in the roads, every walk in the 

 woods, every summit climbed, every widening 

 outlook over landscapes, gave ever new visions 

 and new delights. The mornings and the eve- 

 nings are the glories of the mountains. Then 

 it is that light renders its best scenic displays, 

 and how different the effect, like two different 



