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Show Mountain Charm. For those who love the hills as comrades com-rades . . . what enchantment ! To iwander by old grassy ways, old "pack-road" "pack-road" or timeless mountain path . . , to feel the pliant heather underfoot, and smell the wild thyme, and watch,' bl cloud trail a purple shadow across the gray-blue slope rising like a gU igantic wave from a sea of moors, irislng and falling against the azure ;.walls, but miraculously suspended there, a changeless vision, an 'ernal phantom ; to go up Into solitary 'passes, where even the June sunshine ils hardly come ere it is gone; . . . .to see slope sinking into enveloping 'slope, and height uplifted to uplifting heights, and crags gathered confused-;ly confused-;ly to serene and immutable summits J ;to come at last upon these vast fore-:heads, fore-:heads, and look down upon the lost Iworld of green glens and dusky for-:ests for-:ests and many waters, to look down, las it were, from eternity into time . . . this, Indeed, is to know tha 'mountain charm, this enchantment. Fiona Macleod. |