The Scotch hills beyond the border and the broad heaving sea lay apparently equally within reach, and on the farthest western horizon even the fairy-like outline of the distant Irish hills, never visible except in the clearest winter weather, shone out distinctly.
"Isn't it scrumptious ?" exclaimed Percy, as he flung himself breathless onto the cairn.

"If we had waited a year we couldn't have picked out such a day.

Why, that must be Snowdon we see over there, and the high ground out at sea, Holyhead ?" Thus they went on, delightedly recognising the landmarks north, south, east, and west, and forgetting both the hour and the rising breeze.
"Why, it's two o'clock!" cried Percy presently, looking at his watch, and shivering at the same time.
"Put on your coat," said Jeffreys; "the wind's getting up a bit, and we shall have it in our faces going down." As they started to descend they became aware of a sudden change in the hitherto cloudless day.

The western horizon, which had just now been unfolding its distant beauties, seemed lost in a fine haze, which spread north and south, blotting out one after another the glories of landscape on which they had scarcely ceased to feast their eyes.
"There's a mist out there," said Percy, as they scrambled down the boulders; "I hope to goodness it will keep away from us." "The wind is a little north-west; it may drive it south of us, but it is spreading at a great rate." "Never mind; it will be rather a joke if it comes.

I could find the way down with my eyes shut, and I've often wanted to be in a regular fog up here," said Percy.
"I don't know what you feel," responded Jeffreys; "but I'm rather glad we brought our coats.