Cape Smoky 
We passed this ledge and went on through 
the woods soon to turn a corner and find our- 
selves upon a similar ledge and facing the 
majestic form of Cape Smoky. 
It stood across an abyss from us, a bold front 
of red syenite rising nearly a thousand feet up 
out of the sea in a very steep slope. Its vast, 
storm-polished front was bare and scarred 
except where near the top the blueberry and 
other bushes had painted it warm tones of red 
and yellow. The hard syenite had resisted the 
merciless dash of winter sleet and the yet more 
merciless action of the frost to a wonderful 
degree. Instead of being torn and jagged, the 
splendid sweep of stone was smooth and in 
places fairly polished. 
There was no cloud about the brow of 
Smoky then ; the massive form lay before us 
in the light of a clear day, sharp-cut against 
the blue above and the blue below, for the 
sea line was high on Smoky's flank from where 
we stood. 
Out of the blue sea the form of the ruddy 
headland rose in the clear northern air, while 
back of it, though not visible from this point, 
were other iire-born mountains of yet greater 
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