On the highest point of the bare opposite ridge, now curtained in driving storm-cloud, towered in gigantic aloofness a mass of quartzite blackened and hardened by uncountable ages ‘¦Flat, white stones lay about ‘¦ like tombstones with no name, no date, no word of hope, fit for the nameless, dateless dead, beasts and men, who had gone into the silence of annihilation.



