So come along, boy--or the comrades will begin 'dividing up' without us; for this mountain air won't brook delay." Gabriel took a long breath, stretched his powerful arms out toward the mountains, and raised his face to the last light of day.
"Nature!" he whispered.

"Ever beautiful and ever young! Ah, could man but learn thy lessons and live close to thy great heart!" Then, turning, he followed Catherine into the bungalow.
Beautiful and restful though the outside was, the interior was more restful and more charming still.
In the vast fireplace, to left, a fire of pine roots was crackling.

The room was filled with their pitchy, wholesome perfume, with the dancing light of their blaze and with the warmth made grateful by that mountain height.
Simple and comfortable all the furnishings were, hand-wrought for use and pleasure.

Big chairs invited.

Broad couches offered rest.