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A Children's Fantasy Book By George MacDonald - illustrated version.

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THE MOUNTAIN.
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archangels that are studying how to let out the pent-up praises of their hearts, and the molten music of the streams, rushing ever from the bosoms of the glaciers fresh-born. Think too of the change in their own substance—no longer molten and soft, heaving and glowing, but hard and shining and cold. Think of the creatures scampering over and burrowing in it, and the birds building their nests upon it, and the trees growing out of its sides, like hair to clothe it, and the lovely grass in the valleys, and the gracious flowers even at the very edge of its armour of ice, like the rich embroidery of the garment below, and the rivers galloping down the valleys in a tumult of white and green ! And along with all these, think of the terrible precipices down which the traveller may fall and be lost, and the frightful • gulfs of blue air cracked in the glaciers, and the dark profound lakes, covered like little arctic oceans with floating lumps of ice. All this outside the mountain! But the inside, who shall tell what lies there ? Caverns of awfullest solitude, their walls miles thick, spark­ling with ores of gold or silver, copper or iron, tin or mercury, studded perhaps with precious stones—perhaps a brook, with eyeless fish in it, running, running cease­less, cold and babbling, through banks crusted with carbuncles and golden topazes,, or over a gravel of which some of the stones are rubies and emeralds, perhaps
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