On that morning she clambered up the rock just a moment before the sun peeped through a crack in the mist. She stood with arms outstretched facing the sun. The mists were rolling away and down in the valley she could distinguish the apple orchards and now a fence, and now a haystack. There a mountain cabin emerged from the veil and soon a spiral of thin blue smoke could be spied rising from its chimney. "I wonder what they are going to have for breakfast!" exclaimed the wood nymph, and then she took herself to task for thinking of food when everything was so poetical. Just as she was wondering what the mountaineers who lived in that tiny cabin were going to cook on the fire whose smoke she saw rising in that "thin blue reek" the sun came up. A wonderful sight, but the sun has been rising for so many æons that we have become accustomed to it. Something else happened at that moment, something we are not quite accustomed to even yet: Far off over the crest of a mountain Nan thought she saw an eagle. The first rays of the sun glinted on the great white wings. For a moment it was lost to view as it passed behind a cloud and then it appeared again flying rapidly. "It is coming this way, a great white bird! I am almost afraid it might pick me up in its huge talons and carry me off, carry me 'way up in the air--I almost hope it will--it would be so glorious to fly!" She stood up on her throne and stretched her arms out, crying an invocation to the winged thing. She heeded not the buzzing of the aeroplane as it approached. To her it was a great white bird and she only awakened from her trance when the machine had actually landed on her plateau. The humming had stopped and it glided along the grass, kept closely cropped by Josephus, as this was his grazing ground when he was not busy pulling the cart. Nan stood as though petrified, a graceful little figure in her camp-fire girls' dress. Her arms were still outstretched as when she cried her invocation to the great white bird. The machine came to a standstill quite close to her altar and a young man in aviator's costume sprang from it. Taking off his helmet and goggles, he made a low bow to Nan. "Oh, mountain nymph, may a traveler land in your domain?" "Welcome, stranger!" "And may I ask what is this enchanted land?" "This is Helicon--and you--who are you?" "I am Bellerophon and yonder winged steed is Pegasus. Maid, will you fly with me?"