Seven years in Ceylon: stories of mission life . s. We started from the foot at about four oclock in the morning. How delightful it was to hear again the sound of roaring mountain brooks dashingover the stones ; and how good the pure, cold water tasted ! What a luxury ! I hadforgotten that water could be so cool, or taste so refreshing. How can I describe to you the delights of that cool, misty morning? The freshmountain air fanned our brows. The birds overhead, as if in rivalr)- to the singingbrooks, broke out in melody : every little throat seemed bursting with song. J hemountain-tops loomed
Seven years in Ceylon: stories of mission life . s. We started from the foot at about four oclock in the morning. How delightful it was to hear again the sound of roaring mountain brooks dashingover the stones ; and how good the pure, cold water tasted ! What a luxury ! I hadforgotten that water could be so cool, or taste so refreshing. How can I describe to you the delights of that cool, misty morning? The freshmountain air fanned our brows. The birds overhead, as if in rivalr)- to the singingbrooks, broke out in melody : every little throat seemed bursting with song. J hemountain-tops loomed up majestic and mysterious in the mist. Now we came into the heart of the jungle, and great forest trees, many of thementirely strange to me, strett bed out their large arms over us, their stateliness relievedby the many kmds of creepers that in tropica! luxuriance ran and clambered every-where, making the thickets dense and shady; and underneath I s|Mecl the mostbeautiful kinds of ferns. They say there arc eiglity ditferent varieties of ferns. in these woods. Strangest of all,to me, were the huge tree-fernstossing their giant plumes high inthe air. Nature here constantlyfills me with wonder ather lavishness. Therewere many ^ 1 began to count, andbefore we reached thetop I had counted overfifty different varietiesand kinds. Many of them were entirely new to me, andvery curious. Others were those which I had beenaccustomed to see growing in hot-houses, but now furthe first time saw growing wild—begonias ; heliotrope ;every variety of geraniums; roses, white, climbing, andyellow ; and great white , on the very summit of the mountain, our mission hasa home, a little cottage, and from the front veranda we canlook away down upon the plains—seven thousand feet It isa grand sight to see the clouds gathering and rising below us,and the lightning, in a storm, glittering and flashing at ourfeet, and we here, high and calm above it all. The sunlight;^ilding t
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