"You too, Bart.

You showed us the way." The rattle had left the breathing of Satan, the stagger was gone from his walk; with each instant he grew perceptibly larger as they approached the border of the wood.

It fell off to a scattering thicket with the Grizzly Peaks stepping swiftly up to the sky.

This was their magic instant in all the day, when the sun, grown low in the west, with bulging sides, gave the mountains a yellow light.

They swelled up larger with warm tints of gold rolling off into the blue of the canyons; at the foot of the nearest slope a thicket of quaking aspens was struck by a breeze and flashed all silver.