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THE MOUNTAINS OF THE SUN.‘
" OUT WITH VOU, THEN, FOR A BEGGARLV
A Story, Complete In This Number.
BY JULIAN HAWTHORNE,
Auflror 4]‘ “Ti: Diarrmm! ll'i.I'o-w,” “Dr. llal-nagrlk Slrarrgr Slnry," Il('., (tr.
HRISTOPIIER and his mother lived on the
banks of the beautiful river Alcph, which flows
through the great Valley of Alameda, and thence
through vast underground eaterns to the sea.
From time to time many adventurous and restless per-
sons have set out to explore these cntcrns. Before start-
ing they would provide themselves with every appliance
that science and ingenuity could suggest, to aid and
direct them on their dnrksome and questionable journey.
Their friends would accnntpany them as far as the mouth
ofthe hrs! cavern-even there the pztth was gloomy and
dangerous, running along the face of a precipice, with
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the torrent of the river roaring and foaming f.tr below,
an abotc frowning and unsealable rocLs. llut where
the shadow nlthc cavern hung down like a l.)l.1(kpall the
friends uould stop, and feel that it was time to say fare-
well. The adventurers, too. would hesitate, and, per-
haps, wish they ad been less adventurous. llut they
were aslmtnetl to turn back‘, besides. tast treasures of
gold and precious stones were said to lie beyond. 50 on
they vtent, and were soon lost to the sight of those nho
stood gming after them. Sometimes a hat or an (ml or
other creature of tl.1l’l(I1(‘SS would come tluttcringout from
the abyss of the cavern, and hover about hlindly, soon
returning again to the depths. ltut this was all. 01‘ the
adventurers II .. l , not one ever came bad: to tell
what had befallen him. They may have st.m‘ed to death;
they may have “ilI'ItlCl'L‘(‘ into the lmwcls of the earth
and been lost: nameless mnnstcrs may have devoured
them, even in the midst of the treasures they coveted, or
they may have slipped on the toclty pnlh and been hurled
into the torrent and vomited forth at last, nameless and
unrecognizable corpses, into the drrnty sea. Be that as
it may, none ct-er returned to tell the tale.
Christopher and his mother loved each other more
than anything eke in the world. ut at day came nhen
they must part. The mother was obliged to go on along
journey, not. imlet-tl, tlmt ll into the dark caverns, but far
away to the ltlountaitis of the Sun.
Most people, at some veriml of their lives, have hatl a
;:limpse.at le:t.<t,ofthece .ltIl0llS mountains, which are the
loftiest and most sublime in cxistencc. In the ntomlng,