plundered of their hopes, frustrated in their growth, valiantly they stand their ground; undismayed they lift their bold little green heads. Always close to them creep the weltering blueberries, decorating themselves with their tiny globes of lusciousness, exquisite bloom on the pinky-blueness.
The Mountain-Lover came out of the last little cleft between these indomitable little green soldiers, and approached the huge, jutting Tooth which slants from its base with deep shadow beneath. A sheer sweep of bed-rock here. Under the Tooth the climber sat himself down to take in at his leisure the wide-rolling and lovely view to the south with Gap mountain in the foreground. Its slippery, grassy double top caught the sunlight; its sides were melting yellows and greens. From the distance, the eyes of the observer turned to the lichen-growths near him, with their spreading map-*like decorations; what colors were hidden in their crumpled folds! stains of yellow, of brown, scarlet, gray and green. Strange,
