His body did not tremble, his brow was white and calm as that of a marble statue,--an abyss facing an abyss.
"Seraphitus! dost thou not love me?
come back!" she cried.

"Thy danger renews my terror.

Who art thou to have such superhuman power at thy age ?" she asked as she felt his arms inclosing her once more.
"But, Minna," answered Seraphitus, "you look fearlessly at greater spaces far than that." Then with raised finger, this strange being pointed upward to the blue dome, which parting clouds left clear above their heads, where stars could be seen in open day by virtue of atmospheric laws as yet unstudied.
"But what a difference!" she answered smiling.
"You are right," he said; "we are born to stretch upward to the skies.

Our native land, like the face of a mother, cannot terrify her children." His voice vibrated through the being of his companion, who made no reply.
"Come! let us go on," he said.
The pair darted forward along the narrow paths traced back and forth upon the mountain, skimming from terrace to terrace, from line to line, with the rapidity of a barb, that bird of the desert.

Presently they reached an open space, carpeted with turf and moss and flowers, where no foot had ever trod.
"Oh, the pretty saeter!" cried Minna, giving to the upland meadow its Norwegian name.