. Sketches in duneland . enty. The Country of the Dunes had come into deep in its bosom shines the DreamJewel. Like The Great Carbuncle/ its fervidsplendor beams from a fount unknown. Its iri-descence flashes from the distant dunes at is in the twilight afterglows, on the sapphirewaters of the lake on summer days, and in thefairylands that are pictured in the pools. It glori-fies dull winter landscapes with skies of infinitehues, and glances from twisted trunks of ancientpines on hills that defy the storms. It pulsatesin star reflections that haunt the margins of wet
. Sketches in duneland . enty. The Country of the Dunes had come into deep in its bosom shines the DreamJewel. Like The Great Carbuncle/ its fervidsplendor beams from a fount unknown. Its iri-descence flashes from the distant dunes at is in the twilight afterglows, on the sapphirewaters of the lake on summer days, and in thefairylands that are pictured in the pools. It glori-fies dull winter landscapes with skies of infinitehues, and glances from twisted trunks of ancientpines on hills that defy the storms. It pulsatesin star reflections that haunt the margins of wet [21] SKETCHES IN DUNELAND sands, and where crescent moons touch the wavesthat toss on night horizons. Its tinge is in thetender leaves and petals of the springtime, and inthe flush of autumns robes. We see its elusivetints through vistas in the dusk, and in the purplemystery that fills the shadowy places, for theDream Jewel is Beauty, and they who know notits holy light must walk in darkness. [22] II A ROMANCE OF MT. TOM. *tet, ? MT. TOM (Fromthe Author s Etching) II A ROMANCE OF MT. TOM BEFORE strangers came into the land,bringing with them a prosiac nomencla-ture, there was no Mt. Tom. When theearly white explorers crossed the southern end ofLake Michigan in their frail canoes, they saw,from far out on the water, dim irregular filamentsof yellow that stretched along the horizon. Therewas a bold accent in the far-flung line of distantcoast, an ancient landmark of a primitive noble promontory that lifted its royal browfrom among the contours of the sand hills — themonarch of the range — was called Wud-ju-na-gow, or Sand Mountain, by the red men. Its top was the highest point along the greatsweep of shore that bordered the country of thedunes. In past centuries its sand had been slowlypiled by the shifting winds. Eventually the sandgrasses rooted themselves, and, in succeedingyears, the trees grew. Wud-ju-na-gow became afixed dune, no longer subjecT: to the caprices
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