HILLTOPS
There is something In the soul of man that responds to difficulty. Once upon a time his daily, life was beset by it. He lived in a cave and had to tight for his existence against savage animals, armed only with the spear and the bow he had made himself. Now he has learned to make deadly weapons, and has conquered the wild animals. The only things that he can pit himself against today are the elements. Snow, wind, ice, and precipice are as perilous as ever.
That is why man loves the unpit#ing mountains. There is no earthly glory like the wonder of a snow-capped peak glittering under the stars. There are no flowers more lovely than those which covier the flanks of the hill when summer cfcmes. There are no waters sweeter than those which leap singing down the steep ravines.
A traveller has concluded that God made hills beautiful because he wanted man to love them, and to make roads over them. Man was not meant to live in the valley of content; he was meant for courage and hardship, and on the mountain he learns his lesson.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 919, 12 March 1930, Page 14
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