sister-peaks. In its cup of green to the northwest lay Keene, bathed in sunshine.
Overhead, wheeling in majestic flight, swam the eagle in the sapphire ocean of space without a stroke of his spreading wings—swinging high, now disappearing over Keene, now back again, now floating to the southwest. Intoxicating business! to float soundlessly like that in that far expanse!
To the right, etched clearly against those depths of melting blue, looms high Monadnock's mighty purple majesty. How intensely blue is the sky as seen behind it! It is sheer cliff from this point of vision; deep indigo shadows rest for a moment on its summit as a cloud-mass for an instant obscures the sun; the lower flanks are unbelievably pink with the contrast. That passes; the light shifts every instant, bringing out new shapes, new recesses, new slopes. Infinite variety of aspects has the stately Giant!
