seven in the morning
The trees stand out distinctly and almost individually on hills miles and miles away , and a camera speedily proves how really free is the atmosphere of all visionary obstruction . A photograph of a horse , a bullock , or of any such object out on the hills , will secure a reproduction of a background quite extraordinary in the extent and clearness of the picture . And it is a sweet , pure air to breathe -- life-giving , and capable of making the heart glad for the very joy of things . Driving over these hills , although it took us from seven in the morning until nine o'clock at night to complete the journey , was anything but tiring to the human physique . Around and beyond , Nature spread herself in a delightful panorama of scenic beauty -- `` And every living thing did joy in life , And every thing of beauty did seem living . '' There were two or three other fellows on the ranche with my friend Bain . Fine , big fellows they were , too ; loose-limbed and strong featured .