It is four hundred and thirteen feet high.

It still looms in my memory with undiminished grandeur.

I can still see the trees and bushes growing smaller and smaller as I followed them up its huge slant with my eye, till they became a feathery fringe on the distant summit.

This symmetrical Pyramid of Cheops--this solid mountain of stone reared by the patient hands of men--this mighty tomb of a forgotten monarch--dwarfs my cherished mountain.

For it is four hundred and eighty feet high.