from the ground save the small white circle with fading edges In the centre of which I stood, while the storm-wind swept past with low deep roar, was very impressive; [a sensation as if one were suspended in the clouds, or rather wading in a cloud, and all so strange and novel and bewildering that scarce a memory of the world, or one of one[‘s]self even, is left untouched. Every earth tie [seemed to be] severed. How easy to lose one[‘s]self when not a bit of ground, bush, grass stem or even cloud [is] left. A constant effort, instinctively made, was necessary to keep possession of the direction of my return, inasmuch as the mountain slopes were very complicated, falling to right and left in graduating waves, with numerous small lake basin...