178 AT THE NORTH OF BEARCAMP WATER . 
which floated feather-like above Paugus, and a 
delicate sea-shell pink suffused it. Some of 
the same radiance fell upon the granite peak of 
Chocorua, floated over the highest ridges of 
spruce-hung Paugus and Passaconaway, warmed 
the naked shoulder of Whiteface, and touched 
even the dark head of the Sandwich Dome 
rising from the Pemigewasset forests. The 
flanks of these mountains and the whole of 
Mount Whittier, which rose in the southwest, 
were violet. A moment before they might have 
been dark purple, but now the rosy rays of 
dawn were stealing down them swiftly. I had 
scarcely time to note the wealth of suppressed 
color which lay upon the wave-like hills between 
me and the mountains, or to spring to my north 
window, fling its blinds wide open, and see the 
lake so ruffled by the wind and so hidden from 
the coming dawn as to be only the quicksilver 
side of the mirror, before the sunlight began 
creeping down the mountain-sides. 
It is a pretty sight in the twilight or dark¬ 
ness to see a rosy edge of flame play along the 
margin of a sheet of burning paper, slowly de¬ 
vouring it. Some parts of the paper burn more 
brightly than others, but the whole line of ad¬ 
vancing fire is beautiful and animating. So it 
was with the line of sunlight slowly passing 
from the rosy crests of the high mountains, 
