er urged his "four-in-hand," and no way to pass beyond the next
mountain ahead could possibly be discerned. But as the stage drew near,
a way, unseen before, revealed itself, and the winding road found its
outlet and onward course in another valley opening by a natural pass
between the hills, and one that apparently in its turn was as inevitably
blocked at its end by another mountain range. It was a constant interest
to watch the changing landscape and discover the new ways that
constantly came in sight as fast as the need for them came. That day
amid the dreamy purple of the Colorado mountains was one to translate
itself into renewed trust in the Divine guidance on the journey of life.
Some wonderful words of Phillips Brooks seemed to write themselves on
the air:--

"Look up, poor soul, out of the valley and know that on the top of
yonder shining mountain lies folded safe the secret of your life,
the oracle which would, if you could read it, solve all your
mysteries and tell you just exactly how you ought to live. Look up
out of the valley and know that it is there; and then turn back
again into the valley, for in the valley is the home where you must
live, and you can never read the oracle which you know is there
upon the mountain top."

That day, alone with the mountains and with God, was one to leave its
impress forever upon life. It was a day of solutions as well as of
impressions--of solutions of the problem of living. One has but to
follow the path that God has revealed to him, and however insurmountable
the difficulties that seem to hedge him in and to limit his progress,
they vanish as they are drawn near, and a way is revealed.

[Sidenote: Obey the Vision.]

To forsake a dream as being impracticable and impossible of realization
is to take the wrong turning in life, like one who leaves the mountain
road,--which winds in and out of the passes, on and on, and leads to a
definite place at last,--and, because he sees an apparently impassable
mountain wall across the path, forsakes this and wanders off into some
other valley and defile that looks more open, but in whose mazes he
loses himself and makes no progress toward his true destination.

No,--when the vision shines suddenly upon one's life, it is God's call
to him to realize in it outward expression. The difficulties that hedge
it round about will vanish as he approaches them. A dream is given to be
realized. It is