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Show Mountain Charm. For those who love the hills as comrades com-rades . . . what enchantment! To rwander by old grassy ways, old "pack-road" "pack-road" or timeless mountain path . . . 'to feel the pliant henther underfoot Jand smell the wild thyme, and watchr ;a cloud trail a purple shadow across-the across-the gray-blue slope rising like a gl- , Igantlc wave from a sea of moors, irising and falling against the azurav 'walls, but miraculously suspended jthere, a changeless vision, an ernal phantom ; to go up into solitary passes, where even the June sunshlnav lis hardly come ere It is gone; . . . ito see slope sinking Into enveloping-islope, enveloping-islope, and height uplifted to uplifting: heights, and crags gathered confusedly confused-ly to serene and immutable summits to come at last upon these vast fore-iheads, fore-iheads, and look down upon the lost-iworld lost-iworld of green glens and dusky for-iests for-iests and many waters, to look down, 'as it were, from eternity into time ; . . . this, indeed, Is to know the-Imountaln the-Imountaln charm, this enchantment iFIona Macleod. |
