The beauty of the scene was ruined--only the glaring advertisement caught and held the eye of the observer.
At first Kenneth's mind held only a feeling of disgust that such a desecration of Nature's gifts to humanity should be allowed.

Then he remembered another place further along the glen which was almost as pretty as this had been before the defiling brush of the advertiser had ruined it.

So he spurred his horse and rode up the winding way to the spot.

There a red-lettered announcement of "Simpson's Soap" stared him in the face.
This was too much for his temper, and his disappointment quickly turned to resentment.

While he sat on his mare, considering the matter, the man with the lame horse, whom he had passed, overtook him.
"Can you tell me," Kenneth asked, "who owns this property ?" "Why, I do," replied the man, reining up.
"And you permitted these vile signs to be painted on the rocks ?" demanded the boy angrily.
"O' course," replied the man, with a grin of amusement.