He stood transfixed.There was his blessed mountain in all its magnificence. Unknowingly, he removed his hat and bowed his head humbly. Tears welled in his eyes. He dashed them away and focused his gaze again on this miraculous symbol. And while he gazed, the clouds folded together again- a curtain closing before a wondrous spectacle. -Clarence S. Jackson, 1952
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