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One afternoon they had pushed over back of Harney, up a very steep

little trail in a very tiny cleft-like cañon, verdant and cool All at

once the trail had stood straight on end The ponies scrambled up

somehow, and they found thereenof pine needles

Beyond the easternreat spires of stone,

a dozen in all, several hundred feet high, and of solid granite They

soared up grandly into the open blue, like so many cathedral spires,

drawing about them that air of solitude and stillness which accompanies

always the sublime in Nature Even boundless space was aers The girl reined in her horse

"Oh!" she h I

were intruding"

A squirrel

"There is soreed in the sa to thehts, far above everything in the world"

She slipped from her horse

"Let's sit here and watch them," she said "I want to look at them, and

feel them"

They sat on the reat spires of

stone

"They are waiting for so