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The night before they left for home , they were entertained by Mrs. John Calhoun Saylor , who was really proud of these two members of her husband 's family and desired to exhibit them to the friends and relatives of the Clays . * * * * * As the train drew near Harlan , winding in and out along the river and the foothills of Pine Mountain , Mary nestled close to John and , dreamily watching the big mountain , whose shadow was reflected in the deep pools of the river , said : `` I no longer call to you through space , John , wondering if you hear . Now we travel side by side our narrow , little way of life and read its meaning in each other 's eyes . We will soon be home , John ; and I for one am glad we are to live in the mountains . I love them more than plain , or rolling pasture , or woodland , or the sea . One of my favorite poems is : '' ` Thou art a mountain stately and serene , Rising majestic o'er each earthly thing , And I a lake that ` round thy feet do cling , Kissing thy garment 's hem , unknown , unseen . I tremble when the tempests darkly screen Thy face from mine .