Here we tether the ass, and my wife busies herself with kettle and methylated spirit. While we have been approaching my eye has been concerned with the natural features of the position, and very likely I have already selected the tree, group of whins, haystack, or what not which is this afternoon to acquire immortality. Or my mood may be a large one, which nothing less than square leagues of the countryside can satisfy. In this case I stand awhile considering the great spaces that surround me. But soon my mind is made up. Where all is impossible, why waste time in seeking for the less among the more difficult? Have at it! The Ignorant nothing can intimidate. So, after a brief period passed in framing pictures between my two hands held sideways, I fix on a county or two and begin.
Great views make many people feel like worms and insects. As a corrective to this uncomfortable sensation let me recommend them to paint these vistas. Their delight in what they see will be in nowise diminished, nay, rather increased five hundred-fold, but their estimation of their own place in nature will rise. They will learn that it is not the part of a worm and an insect to capture and set down on paper any fractional percentage of this world's beauty. A worm's appreciation, for instance, of the view from Montreux up the
