became the circle of vision minute by minute. Muffled laughter floated back as if they called, "We go—but we come again!"
Now what had seemed like a huge spruce on some distant rock, showed as the mist lifted, to be a little ragged tree on a nearby rock. Now the mist settled again in a soft white blanket blurring out the world in a trice. Then it was swept away by a gust of fresh breeze. Clearer spaces thus came and went Then only soft wraiths of fluffy white remained, creeping from tiny spruce to tiny spruce and clinging lovingly in their branches. Now he could see distinctly down the crags, but he made his way along slowly on account of the pools and baby torrents through which he went They filled every cleft and every hollow. The mountain was overflowing with lovely sparkling water, gay with its sojourn above in the clouds. The water-music was everywhere, gurgling, bubbling, chattering, singing, shouting, as the myriad drops tried to tell the rocks what they had seen in their
