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144 white cloud. But behold his majesty this morning, draped from summit to base in a golden-tinted tissue of morning mist, of so delicate a texture that it has no trait of masculinity about it! In fact, we are reminded of a girl in the "trying on" process with a straw-colored silk grenadine. Her head has not yet emerged from the billows of gauze; nor is her robe quite shaken down on one side—the shining petticoat of snow showing daintily underneath. Many are the masquerading costumes and airs of the solid old mountain, who, despite the dignity of his thousands of years, affects at times the blushes of the rose.