Above towered a pall of dark cloud, full of the shades of approaching night.
"Oh, beautiful!" breathed the girl, with all her worship of nature.

That wild world of sunset grandeur and loneliness and beauty was hers.

Over there, under a peak of the black range, was the place where she had been found, a baby, lost in the forest.

She belonged to that, and so it belonged to her.

Strength came to her from the glory of light on the hills.
Pronto shot up his ears and checked his trot.
"What is it, boy ?" called Columbine.