At every dip, like great billows heaving along the sky-line, the glacier-fretted mountains rose and fell.

Sometimes she rested her back and watched the teeming beach towards which they were heading, and again, the land-locked arm of the sea in which a score or so of great steamships lay at anchor.

From each of these, to the shore and back again, flowed a steady stream of scows, launches, canoes, and all sorts of smaller craft.

Man, the mighty toiler, reacting upon a hostile environment, she thought, going back in memory to the masters whose wisdom she had shared in lecture-room and midnight study.

She was a ripened child of the age, and fairly understood the physical world and the workings thereof.