but no man could live in the sky. again this country is full of rules.

where the mountain began to rise under its cloak of forest.
neither wholly real nor wholly illusion, had spread over his mind a feeling of intent, yet quiet, comfort.
the world seemed full of expectation, even as the misty veil between him and the forest seemed both to cover and discover sublimities that were without terror and beauties without sensuality; and every now and then a strengthening of the south wind would make a moment's clearess and show him, withdrawn in unexpected depth, remote reaches of the mountain valleys, desolate fields of flowers, the hint of snow beyond. he lay down in the grass.
and over the western mountains there was a delicate mist, so that they had the air of being in another world, though they were not more than a mile away.