Down North and Up Along 
and an Indian summer haze intensified the 
beauty of the waning day. 
As we got closer, the mountains, without 
losing their marvellous colouring, became more 
distinctly individual, those behind being joined 
to those in front only by their long overlap- 
ping slopes and the colour-filled spaces between. 
We were happy thus to find our blue bar- 
rier resolved into endless forms of beauty, 
mountain lying beyond mountain, while here 
and there a glen opened to let out a foaming 
brook and make windows through which we 
caught glimpses of exquisitely lovely moun- 
tain forms beyond. 
We were on our way to Zwicker's, and in 
the estimation of the people of Cape North he 
who does not know Zwicker's does not know 
much. 
" You will know it," the people told us ; " it 
will be the big house." And so we did know 
it when at last we got there. 
It stands near the road in a friendly fashion, 
and is half house, half store, the store occupy- 
ing one wing of the building. 
But inside the house is quite distinct from 
the store, of whose proximity there is no sign. 
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