The ravine itself, darkly magnificent, made a gulf of shadow out of which rose glacier and snow slope, now veiled and now revealed by scudding cloud.

Heavy rain had not long since fallen on the pass; the small stream, winding and looping through the narrow strip of desolate ground which marks the summit, roared in flood through marshy growths of dank weed and stunted shrub; and the noise reverberated from the mountain walls, pressing straight and close on either hand.
"Hark!" cried Elizabeth, standing still, her face and her light dress beaten by the wind.
A sound which was neither thunder nor the voice of the stream rose and swelled and filled the pass.

Another followed it.

Anderson pointed to the snowy crags of Mount Macdonald, and there, leaping from ledge to ledge, they saw the summer avalanches descend, roaring as they came, till they sank engulfed in a vaporous whirl of snow.
Delaine tried to persuade Elizabeth to return to the car--in vain.

He himself returned thither for a warmer coat, and she and Anderson walked on alone.
"The Rockies were fine!--but the Selkirks are superb!" She smiled at him as she spoke, as though she thanked him personally for the grandeur round them.