"Let's hurry," said the girlfriend, "the wind blows soaring up here, the tree just crawls to our feet as a shrub, and the moss pushes the grass out. We are supplied, we have sacks filled with food, hanging on our saddles; but our horses lack the feed. Soon the descent will come, then there will be grass and a sheltered room for us at night!"
As a matter of fact, the little waters on the right and left of the road, which had hitherto trickled to Scott, now ran with him, a sure sign that the ridge of the high mountains had been crossed, that it was now going downhill. The sun had already reached the horizon, but it did not sink down into the sea. It was midsummer, and, sparkling over the edge of the sea with its rays, rose again royally upward in the sky, tying the young day to the old without night.
Sat Apr 13 20:54:33 2019