A blue lake gleaming steely blue in the sunlight stretched away before them between the towering firs, and beyond it lay an entrancing vision of great white peaks.
"You do not like England, then ?" said she.
The teamster smiled a little.

"That," he said, "is not a fair question to ask me.

You and your father live there, don't you ?" Miss Deringham felt that she had trespassed, but was astonished that this teamster should have wit enough to silence her with a compliment.
She also decided that he should not have the opportunity again.
They went on, winding along steep hillsides, splashing through sparkling rivers, and lurching through the dim shadow of the bush, until when the saffron sunset flamed along the peaks they came to the head of a long declivity.

On the one hand the snow towered in awful white purity, on the other scattered firs sloped sharply down into a hollow until they were lost in the fleecy vapours that streamed athwart them.

"Sit tight," said the teamster.