Pushing this open, I entered through a doorway so narrow that I had to remove my hat, and so low that I was forced to bend, and found myself in a little shrine with a cross and pictures of two or three saints, before which were plain vases filled with fresh flowers, the offerings of travelers.

We added our spray of orchids before we resumed our journey.
For three hours, during which no distant view had delighted our eyes, we had traveled in the mists; we had almost forgotten that the sun could shine.

At the end of a long, narrow ridge, where it joined the greater mountain mass, we found a rest-house.

Here the trail turned abruptly onto the larger ridge, mounted sharply through a dugway, and then to our complete surprise emerged into the fair sunlight.

The clear, blue sky was over us, and directly below us, at our horses' feet, was the flat top of the sea of clouds.