_face_ towards the light;
and he found that he could then see it reflected very distinctly. His
grandmother went on with her work, and Caleb sat for some time in
silence.

The house that Caleb lived in was in a narrow rocky valley. A stream of
water ran over a sandy bed, in front of the house, and a rugged mountain
towered behind it. Across the stream, too, there was a high, rocky hill,
which was in full view from the parlour window. This hill was covered
with wild evergreens, which clung to their sides, and to the interstices
of the rocks; and mosses, green and brown, in long festoons, hung from
their limbs. Here and there crags and precipices peeped out from among
the foliage, and a grey old cliff towered above, at the summit.

Caleb turned his button round again towards the window, and of course
turned his face _from_ the window. The reflection of his face was now
dim, as before, but in a moment his eye caught the reflection of the
crags and trees across the little valley.

"O, grandmother," said he again, "I can see the rocks in my buttons, and
the trees. And there is an old stump," he continued, his voice falling
to a low tone, as if he was talking to himself,--"and there is a
tree,--and,--why--why, what is that? It is a bear, grandmama,"--calling
aloud to her,--"I see a bear upon the mountain."

"Nonsense, Caleb," said the grandmother.

"I do certainly," said Caleb, and he dropped the corner of his jacket,
which had the button attached to it, and looked out of the window
directly at the mountain.

Presently Caleb turned away from the window, and ran to the door. There
was a little green yard in front of the house, with a large, smooth,
flat stone for a door-step. Caleb stood on this step, and looked
intently at the mountain. In a moment he ran back to his grandmother,
and said,

"Grandmother, _do_ come and see this black bear."

"Why, child," said she, smiling, "it is nothing but some old black stump
or log."

"But it moves, grandmother. It certainly moves."

So his grandmother smiled, and said, "Well, I suppose I must come and
see." So she laid down her work, and took off her spectacles, and Caleb
took hold of her hand, and trotted along before her to the step of the
door. It was a beautiful sunny morning in June.

"There," said Caleb, triumphantly pointing to a spot among the rocks and
bushes half-way up the mountain,--"there, what do you call that?"

His grandmother looked a moment intently in si