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The valley lay like a ribbon thrown into the rew there was soft and fine and abundant; the

trees which sprang froht strearass and changed the tassels of the olden plumes Above the

valley, east and north and south, rose the hills, clad in living green,

rape, wreathedmist

To the ere the mountains, and they dwelt apart in a blue haze

Only in the , if thesuh and black and

fearful, against the splendid sky The child who played beside the cabin

door often watched theht of

thereat wall between her and some land of the fairies which must

needs lie beyond that barrier, beneath the splendor and the evening star

The Indians called them the Endless Mountains, and the child never doubted

that they ran across the world and touched the floor of heaven

In the hands of the wo