Hand-written text beneath image: “From the ponds the road wound onward through a still heavier forest, broken only by a few new and fertile clearings, and then emerged on the high rolling plain of North Elba. Here at last the great mountains came into view, a majestic range of dark and solemn forms outlined against the sky -  the weird fantastic ridges of the Gothics, Marcy’s granite dome, the scarred and sullen face of Colden, the giant mass of McIntyre, and most wonderful of all the Indian Pass opening like a huge gateway into a boundless world of light”.      Henry Vane, “Adirondack Days”, 1881, Harpers