Barn doors and byways . in the distance. But never asight of any mountains greeted your impatientgaze. Finally you came out on the top of therise, and there was a valley below, and across itthe clouds seemed to be trailing in the tops ofthe trees. There are your mountains/ saidyour father. Where? said you. You sawnothing but the clouds in the trees. Its com-ing ! said the driver. A white mist was walkingacross the valley and overhead all was black, thelightning flashed, the thunder echoed. Thedriver pulled down the hoods just as the rain hitthe wagon with a swirl, and you lurched downthe slope
Barn doors and byways . in the distance. But never asight of any mountains greeted your impatientgaze. Finally you came out on the top of therise, and there was a valley below, and across itthe clouds seemed to be trailing in the tops ofthe trees. There are your mountains/ saidyour father. Where? said you. You sawnothing but the clouds in the trees. Its com-ing ! said the driver. A white mist was walkingacross the valley and overhead all was black, thelightning flashed, the thunder echoed. Thedriver pulled down the hoods just as the rain hitthe wagon with a swirl, and you lurched downthe slope in semi-darkness. Suddenly the driverturned the horses sharply, and you dashed intoa barn, into the hot smell of hay, while the rainthundered on the roof and the wagon drippedupon the floor. You were to wait there till thestorm was over. There was a little door at the far end of thebarn, left open with a bar across. Through thatyou looked down a slope steeper than any youever saw to a ravine where water ran, but beyond. At the other end, down the vista of the golden hay, the little west doorpierced through and held a landscape of surpassing charm See page j BARN DOORS 7 that was nothing but the white wall of the rainand clouds in the trees. Presently a mystery wasbrought to pass. The white wall of the rainreceded. The clouds lifted from the trees. Asthe world grew lighter the clouds lifted higherand higher. Fascinated, you watched them rollup like a giant curtain at a play, and ever as theyrolled beneath them were more trees. Did thehill go up forever ? As the first sun shaft, level,for the sun was now near to setting, shot into theravine and the trees shot back flashes of diamond,the clouds rolled up quicker, higher, blew off intonothingness with a whisk of vapor, and beforeyour astonished eyes the trees went up, shoulderon green shoulder, and then the rocks, and thenthe sharp summit against the sky. And all thisyou saw through the little barn door while thehorses stamped beh
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