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above the morasses at the summit of the pass. It was near midnight when I sketched this scene, clouds eddied and whirled around the mountains, condensing on the snow; and the Sun, shining through vapour, lighted the peak with a nebulous glow. We were the first to surmount the Öxnadals heithi
MOUNTAIN IN OxnaldALR.
this year, and the track had been completely obliterated by the spring torrents. Long beds of shale rested loosely on the heads of rock walls, which sunk to a vast depth, their bases chafed by a roaring stream, which rolled past unseen in the gloom of the chasm it had torn for itself. The horses passed