“Well, we can’t sleep here,” said I at length.
“Let us make one last attempt to get over to the other side.”
Vachel seemed surprised, but agreed with alacrity: “I’m for it,” said he.
The greedy old mountains have been to our knapsacks
And eaten up most of our food.
They’ve swallowed our breath and silenced our speech.
But they haven’t broken our hearts.
It takes more than a mountain to do that!
