At one time home to the writer was a beautiful spot near a certain mountain, which continually promised a glimpse of the far-away and a vision of magnificence to those who would climb to its peak. How often she recalls the mental struggles at the foot of that mountain on hot summer afternoons! It was known that the hotter the day the more brilliant would be the sunset picture; that from the summit miles of mountainous country might be seen, valleys filled with delicately colored gauzelike evening mist, and distant peaks regal in robes of purple; that the path through the ocean out to the sun would be one of gold, bordered with brilliant colors and canopied with rainbow-tinted clouds.
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