through the valleys. The wind whistled and shrieked. Rhamon saw huge trees crash and tumble down the mountainsides.
Sometimes the car rushed dizzily around a narrow curve and up to the edge of nothing. Then Rhamon caught his breath and his heart stood still as he gazed through space. But before he knew it they were past the curve and safely on their way again.
At last the storm died away. The black clouds lifted, and the mountains, fresh washed, sparkled in the sunshine. Rhamon could see the flocks of long-haired goats scrambling up and up. High in the blue sky was a soaring eagle, on its way perhaps to some lonely mountain nest. Through the green valley down below ran the chattering river, foaming over the rocks. On the hillsides rested the pink and white clouds of blossoming fruit trees.
The car was climbing now, up and up into the mountains. The air grew colder and Rhamon snuggled down under a warm woolen
