And this, though he only saw the mountains at night.

They appeared far different then than in the daytime.

At twelve o'clock he came out of the mine and lunched on the contents of his dinner-pail, sitting upon the embankment of the track, eating with both hands, and looking around him with a steady ox-like gaze.

The mountains rose sheer from every side, heaving their gigantic crests far up into the night, the black peaks crowding together, and looking now less like beasts than like a company of cowled giants.

In the daytime they were silent; but at night they seemed to stir and rouse themselves.