THE DECEITFUL TAGHLIKS looi 
metallic, but musical, plash of the water as it struck 
against the icy mail of the river below. The nights were 
sublime ; in beauty they easily surpassed the days. A 
thousand pities no other living creature but ourselves was 
able to sleep under their fascinating protection ! And yet 
the river slept, for the frost seized it in his embrace and 
converted it into ice, and its babble gradually died away 
in slumber; and so it slept until the sun rose the next 
morning and warmed it to life again, reminding it that for 
Nature’s children there is no rest : they must ever be 
spending their energy without cessation in shaping and 
re-shaping the crust of the patient earth. 
II. -22 
