Its sky-piercing peaks were as cries for mercy to the Infinite.

This old mountain realized its doom.

It had to go, perhaps to make room for a newer and better kingdom.

But it endured because of the spirit of nature.

The great notched circular line of rock below and between the peaks, in the body of the mountains, showed where in ages past the heart of living granite had blown out, to let loose on all the near surrounding desert the streams of black lava and the hills of black cinders.