holiday-takers

Updated: July 11, 2025

Behind them lay the rough broken country of the foot-hills through which they had passed. And before the mountains! To them the eyes of the holiday-takers turned and clung. Range after range they rose, like mighty billows, mounting higher until the tallest, dimly outlined in a thickening purplish haze, cut the sky, a rampart vision could not pierce.

Henry Russell Miller - The House of Toys