THE GRANDFATHER MOUNTAIN 373 
"Our Berries," and with them quenched our thirst 
instead of carrying water when we went above the 
spring. 
Up through the spruces and the balsams you 
mount in the resplendent day, lingering at every 
step. The trees below you are sending up songs as 
the wind sweeps over them, the balsams about and 
below you are pouring a vast cloud of fragrance into 
the blue bowl of the sky, and you yourself someway 
seem to be a part of the general rapture. 
Thus climbing up through the wonderful day, 
you reach the summit, "Calloway's High Peak," 
the highest point on the mountain, but from which 
one cannot command the circle of the horizon. It is 
necessary to get the view from two points, which is 
all the better. The rocks at the lookout towards the 
south being covered with "heather," one can lie on a 
delightful couch studded all over with little white 
starry flowers, to rest and receive the view. Lying 
thus on the earth, warmed by the sun and cooled by 
the fragrant breeze, one looks over a sea of blue 
mountains that breaks against a bluer sky. Out of 
the sea of mountains rises many a well-known form, 
among them the big beech with its memories of 
lovely pastures and groves of beech trees, for it is 
needless to say that a mountain of beeches is a sort of 
enchanted place. In the distance lies White Top on 
whose summit three states meet, a heaven for the 
moonshiner, one should think, if he is able to take 
advantage of the situation. 
Leaving this place and walking on to the point 
