How terribly downright must be the utterances of storms and earthquakes to those accustomed to the soft hypocrisies of society.

Storms of every sort, torrents, earthquakes, cataclysms, 'convulsions of nature,' etc., however mysterious and lawless at first sight they may seem, are only harmonious notes in the song of creation, varied expressions of God's love.

The mountains are calling and I must go.

Society speaks and all men listen, mountains speak and wise men listen

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

Ride the air In whirlwind.