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when wet — which is much of the time. The top of 
the rock is covered with those crisp and aromatic 
growths that belong to mountain-tops, and which 
are so pleasant to rest upon. Moreover, all sorts of 
dainty little wild flowers peep out from the crevices; 
and from it one gets an unobstructed view out over 
that ineffable sea of color, losing itself in ineffable 
sky spaces, of which one has caught glimpses while 
ascending the mountain. But from here there is a 
wider horizon and one sees the long and lovely 
line of mountains lying like islands in the dreamy sea, 
those charming ridges where the mountains come 
to an end. 
As we sit here one day, a mountaineer approaches, 
and, pointing to a man crossing a field on muleback 
far below, laconically remarks, "That gentleman's 
pa was killed at Glassy Mounting church." Then 
he tells how the people were waiting for the preacher 
to come one Sunday, when suddenly shots were 
heard, and two men of the congregation fell dead. 
The cause of this ghastly deed was the usual one, a 
quarrel between two moonshiners; and the method 
of revenge was characteristic, one of the men having 
warned the other that if he went to church next 
preaching-day, he would have him arrested. Of 
course he went. Worse things than this have hap- 
pened on Glassy Mountain, notwithstanding the 
enchanting light in which it is now immersed. 
Glassy, on its western side, has many a wild ravine 
for those who wish to hide. 
If bound for Caesar's Head, one passes the Glassy 
