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Rh noise of water came from all sides. But if the mountains were savagely grand, the outlook up the valley was just the opposite.

A smiling stretch of waving pasture between forest-covered slopes, and the blue river—at one point foaming over rapids, and at another sweeping still and deep beneath over-hanging trees; farther up, the scene was closed by the snow-peaks and purple-black crags of more distant ranges.