THE MOUNTAIN HOME Far up on the mountain-side stood alone in the clearing.

It was roughly yet warmly built.

Behind it jagged cliffs broke the north wind, and towered gray-white in the sunshine.

Before it a tiny expanse of green sloped gently away to a point where the mountain dropped in another sharp descent, wooded with scrubby firs and pines.

At the left a footpath led into the cool depths of the forest.