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Show DR. VANCE'S DAILY ARTICLE A . i BY DR. ,J MI s T. AM 12. ll was i!it August morning on the summit rock of tho Grandfather peak1 In the Carolina land of the sky that l' n the mist clear in a way I shall! never forget. Five of us men had slept under thel .'belter ledge a quarter of a mile from1 the top. In order thai we might be Up I bright and early and see sunrise from I the lonely altitude of the shaggy old mountain's brow. Hut during the night the wind shifted, shift-ed, and In the early morning we found ourselves soaking In a dense cloud. Nevertheless, we decided to go to the top. hoping against hope that the mist might clear. But so thick and baffling baf-fling was the cloud which swathed the summit that, added to the Rray dawn we could not see each other at a distance dis-tance of four feet. Slowly we climbed climb-ed the rough trail, finding the dim path in the dense undergrowth not with our own eyes, but by feeling along with our feet, until at lasl we crawled out on the great rock at the top to see nothing. But tho wind was blowing at a wild rate, and we waited, hoping. Half an hour we waited. 'W e would see no sun-rlst, sun-rlst, for the hour had passed. Then suddenly. In less time than It takes to tell, the wind tore the cloud open, and blew It from the mountain top. flying far out into space; and we saw the world uncoNored at our feet, bathed in the sparkle and sheen of the early I morning llKh: It never had looked u I beautiful Wo could 600 for miles Down there in the valley, tho Watauga wound in and out between the green banks like a ribbon of silver. The cat-tie cat-tie were standing in the fields, and thel men wore starting to their work. Away On the sky-line stood the great peaks I j of Black. Sugar Loaf, Hanging Rock, J Dunvegan, Blowing Rock, Flat Top. ' Short Off. Table Rock, and a score of I others, sentineling the busy world at i their feet and the mist was gone So It will be In our life story. After I tho long night and the clouds and blinding darkness, after the rough climb up the steep, dim trail toward ' the summit of our hopes after the ' ; disappointments of earth and the wait- ; log and hoplnc against hope, the winds of heaven will tear tho gloom away and the mists will clear. |