She pointed to a hill some distance in front of them.
"You have been beyond that ?" she asked in a hushed voice.
"Yes, I have been all through this country.

I know it well.

From the top of that hill we get a magnificent sweep toward the south." "Let us go!" she cried.
Down the hillside they scrambled, across a little valley and up the farther side, following the trail that wound along the hill but declined to make the top.

As they rounded the shoulder of the little mountain Moira cried: "It would be a great view from the top there beyond the trees.

Can we reach it ?" "Are you good for a climb ?" replied the doctor.