ThatwasthefirstthingTheaKronborgfeltabouttheforest，asshedrovethroughitoneMaymorninginHenryBiltmer’sdemocratwagon——anditwasthefirstgreatforestshehadeverseen。ShehadgotoffthetrainatFlag—
staffthatmorning，rolledoffintothehigh，chillairwhenallthepinesonthemountainwerefiredbysunrise，sothatsheseemedtofallfromsleepdirectlyintotheforest。
OldBiltmerfollowedafaintwagontrailwhichransouth—
east，andwhich，astheytraveled，continuallydippedlower，fallingawayfromthehighplateauontheslopeofwhichFlagstaffsits。Thewhitepeakofthemountain，thesnow
gorgesabovethetimber，nowdisappearedfromtimetotimeastheroaddroppedanddropped，andtheforestclosedbehindthewagon。Morethanthemountaindisappearedastheforestclosedthus。Theaseemedtobetakingverylittlethroughthewoodwithher。Thepersonalityofwhichshewassotiredseemedtoletgoofher。Thehigh，spark—