On the Way HomeOh, what a number of things Rudy had to carry over the
mountains, when he set out to return home! He had three silver
cups, two handsome pistols, and a silver coffee-pot. This latter
would be useful when he began housekeeping. But all these were not
the heaviest weight he had to bear; something mightier and more
important he carried with him in his heart, over the high
mountains, as he journeyed homeward.
The weather was dismally dark, and inclined to rain; the
clouds hung low, like a mourning veil on the tops of the mountains,
and shrouded their glittering peaks. In the woods could be heard
the sound of the axe and the heavy fall of the trunks of the trees,
as they rolled down the slopes of the mountains. When seen from the
heights, the trunks of these trees loo
