256 THROUGH LIBRARY WNIDOWS 



worlds lighted from separate supernal sources. 

 The morning light is so wondtfously diffusive 

 breaking out from all parts of the sky at once, 

 giving a dawn of bewitching freshness. The 

 evening light concentrates in the west and gor- 

 geously illuminates only the trail of the depart- 

 ing sun. The morning light is the diamond 

 flash of excessive brilliance. The evening light 

 is golden-hued and rich beyond wording. Each 

 rivals the other, each in alternation carries the 

 palm and there is no discord, only beauty! 



I resolved to climb the highest peak at this 

 point and enjoy a sunset. I wanted to see and 

 feel the slow overspreading shadows of night 

 and sense to the fullest possible the everlasting 

 miracle of day and night. I had ascended it 

 twice before and was tolerably familiar with 

 the roads and paths. The ascent was quite 

 toilsome because I chose an unfrequented way 

 and tugged over rocks and fallen trees and 

 through underbrush, leaping the swift stream, 

 and by dint of hard but enjoyable work, I 

 reached my coveted spot about two hours be- 

 fore sunset. The peak was a jutting crag of 

 grey limestone carved and polished apparently 

 for sight-seeing pilgrims. The scene before 

 and around me was grand and inspiring, well 

 worth a score of such struggles as I had put 



