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NATURE FOR ITS OWN SAKE 
The Alps in 
sturm, 
Seen in lake 
reflection. 
sky like a cathedral tower, its edges lined with 
bright silver from the light of the rising moon 
behind it. 
Beautiful as the mountains are under sun- 
light and moonlight, they are often more im- 
pressive under clouds with storm. The lofty 
majesty of the greater Alps in furious weather, 
their calm repose among all the turmoil of the 
elements, the mighty lift of the white, sunlit 
peaks out of the gloom of the valley, are sights 
never to be forgotten. The noisy winds, the 
sharp lightning, the torrents of rain that dash 
against the granite walls or hide from view the 
timber-robed sides, are mere sound and fury 
signifying nothing. The mountain is not 
moved. Secure in its strength, it holds its 
head above the storm and lives in the sun- 
light. Very beautiful indeed, are the tem- 
pests in the Alpine valleys, with darkness be- 
low and light above, and all that that implics 
of color-contrast. Nor does the scene suffer any 
by being mirrored in the greenish-blue waters 
of the Swiss lakes. Oftentimes the whole pano- 
rama of the upper air—cloud, lightning, green 
forest, gray rock, and sunlit snow-cap—may 
be seen in the lake darkened and deepened in 
tone by the local color of the water. The Al- 
