A party of three women, one of them a student of Christian Science, was making a trek among high mountains far from civilization, accompanied only by native guides and servants. A narrow pass scarcely wider than the little mountain ponies themselves, with a yawning chasm at one side, was reached one morning. Suddenly a mist enveloped the party, blotting out the various members from each other. Fear of the precipice, of the pony's slipping, weariness of the saddle, and annoyance at having been persuaded to leave a peaceful camp in the pine woods overcame the student.
As if sensing her need, the guide nearest her said in his own language, "Look up, lady, look up!" Then, giving a shout to the ponies in his charge, he urged them to go forward. The student realized that if she obeyed that injunction to look up she would not be frightened by the narrowness of the path or the danger at the side. Though the mist was still present, she knew that the guide was familiar with this pass, and that it held no fears for him.
She tried to remember the ever-presence of protecting Love, even while the trail grew worse. Then all of a sudden the mist vanished and the warm sunshine was no longer hidden. In a few moments the path emerged in an upland valley, filled as far as the eye could see with blue and yellow flowers—a breath-taking sight.
