A Rugged Peak

Like all famous mountain peaks, Wellhorn, buffeted by winds and mists, scourged by tempests, threatened by lightnings, always emerges in great serenity from its rough experiences—which are, after all, only brief and temporary. The most of its days are passed in smiling peace, and after severe storms these seem more elysian than ever before. The artist has here come upon Wellhorn on such a day—its color old-rose, its head crowned with snow under a grayish-yellow sky. The immense shadow on its precipitous slopes is blue and delicately transparent. A picture as beautiful as it is noble and impressive.