"I don't know, the old lady says it is just so."
As we started on our homeward trail the clouds had rolled through the two gaps and an opaque mist lay around us. William headed the procession and we had gone about a quarter of a mile and were near the great cone when William stopped suddenly and grasped the humorist by the arm, almost white with terror.
"Look!" he said, pointing towards where the fog had lifted somewhat, and a current of air was whirling the mist, and, in the mist a woman's form and face could be clearly seen. I looked inquiringly at the humorist.
"Can such things be," he said, "and overcome us like a summer cloud, without our special wonders?"
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio," I suggested.
Then we went on in silence through the falling mist, but the humorist took the lead.
GEO. H. DE LA VERGNE.
