"This evening he must sing me the whole song," said Paula; for Moni had now disappeared and his distant song could no longer be heard.
Red morning clouds still hung in the sky and a fresh mountain breeze was rustling about Moni's ears as he climbed up the mountain. It was just what he liked. He stopped on the first peak, and for sheer happiness yodeled forth so lustily into the valley that many a sleeper in the hotel opened his eyes in surprise, but quickly closed them again, for he recognized the voice and so knew that he might have another hour's nap, as the goat boy always came very early. Meanwhile Moni continued climbing for an hour, higher and higher, up to the rocky ledges.
The view grew wider and more beautiful the higher he climbed. Occasionally he would stop to look about him, across at the mountains and up to the bright sky that was growing bluer and bluer, and then he would sing out in a strong, happy voice:
"Up mid the pine trees
The birds join in song,
And though rain clouds may darken,
The sun's out erelong.
"The sun and the stars
And the moon shining clear,
These the dear God has made
For our comfort and cheer.
"In the spring there are flowers,
Red, yellow, and white,
And the sky is so blue
I am wild with delight.
"The summer brings berries
Of many a kind,
Red ones and black ones,—
I eat all I find.
"In fall I hunt nuts;
And I'm sure that I know
Why the goats like to graze
Where the best grasses grow.
"The winter is cold,
But who would be sad?
For spring will return
To make the world glad."