180 AT THE NORTH OF BEARCAMP WATER. 
greeting by showing broad expanses of brown, 
ranging from burnt umber to dark straw color. 
Near the lake were many pines, and as the 
light reached them they seemed to grow higher, 
broader, nearer, and to shed into the surround¬ 
ing air something of their steadfastness and 
strength. They change not, falter not, fail 
not, come what may to their deciduous neigh¬ 
bors. In this northern land they are a symbol 
of constancy and faith. No one can look at a 
pine-tree in winter without knowing that spring 
will come again in due time. The lake itself 
soon shared in the flood of color brought out by 
the sun. Most of its surface was ruffled by 
the breeze, but at points where the high pines 
sheltered the water and left it rippleless, the 
mountain-sides mirrored themselves, and the 
reflection was red like wine. 
As the sun rose higher above the hill behind 
me, and cast its rays against the west, more 
and more from above, and less from a level, 
the colors in the landscape became less vivid, 
and leafless trees, birch trunks, and softer tints 
in general, blended with the maroons and 
browns, toning them down and flattening them, 
until the prevailing coloring on the mountain 
slopes became like the bloom on the cheek of a 
plum; and even the brighter, stronger tints in 
the nearer view grew softer and dimmer. 
