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 acamp-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 
