The Mono landscape seemed to be fairly saturated with warm, purple light.

The peaks marshaled along the summit were in shadow, but through every notch and pass streamed vivid sun-fire, soothing and irradiating their rough, black angles, while companies of small, luminous clouds hovered above them like very angels of light.
Darkness came on, but I found my way by the trends of the canons and the peaks projected against the sky.

All excitement died with the light, and then I was weary.

But the joyful sound of the waterfall across the lake was heard at last, and soon the stars were seen reflected in the lake itself.

Taking my bearings from these, I discovered the little pine thicket in which my nest was, and then I had a rest such as only a tired mountaineer may enjoy.