ulous valley,
talking about the Great Stone Face. They had but to lift their eyes, and
there it was plainly to be seen, though miles away, with the sunshine
brightening all its features.

This Great Stone Face was a work of nature, formed on the perpendicular
side of a mountain by some immense rocks, which had been thrown
together in such a position as, when viewed at a proper distance,
precisely to resemble the features of the human countenance. It seemed
as if an enormous giant had sculptured his own likeness on the
precipice. There was the broad arch of the forehead, a hundred feet in
height; the nose with its long bridge; and the vast lips, which, if they
could have spoken, would have rolled their thunder accents from one end
of the valley to the other.

It was a happy lot for the children in the valley to grow up to manhood
or womanhood with the Great Stone Face before their eyes, for all the
features were noble, and the expression was at once grand and sweet, as
if it were the glow of a vast, warm heart, that embraced all mankind in
its affections and had room for more. It was an education only to look
at it. According to the belief of many people, the valley owed much of
its fertility to this benign aspect that was continually beaming over
it, illuminating the clouds and infusing its tenderness into the
sunshine.

As the mother and her son, whose name was Ernest, continued to talk
about the Great Stone Face, the boy said, “Mother, if I were to see a
man with such a face I should love him dearly.”

“If an old prophecy should come to pass,” answered his mother, “we may
see a man, sometime or other, with exactly such a face as that.”

“What prophecy do you mean, dear mother?” eagerly inquired Ernest.
“Pray, tell me all about it!”

So his mother told him a story that her own mother had told to her when
she herself was even younger than little Ernest; a story not of things
that were past, but of what was yet to come; a story, nevertheless, so
very old that even the Indians, who formerly inhabited this valley, had
heard it from their forefathers, to whom, as they said, it had been

ulous valley, 
 talking about the Great Stone Face. They had but to lift their eyes, and 
 there it was obviously to be see, though miles away, with the cheerfulness 
 clear up all its features. 

 This Great Stone Face was a work of nature, shape on the vertical 
 side of a mountain by some immense rocks, which had been thrown 
 in concert in such a position as, when viewed at a proper distance, 
 precisely to resemble the features of the human countenance. It seem 
 as if an enormous giant had sculptured his own likeness on the 
 precipice. There was the broad arch of the forehead, a hundred feet in 
 acme; the nose with its long bridge; and the vast brim, which, if they 
 could have spoken, would have rolled their thunder accents from one goal 
 of the valley to the other. 

 It was a happy lot for the children in the valley to grow up to humanness 
 or womanhood with the Great Stone Face before their eyes, for all the 
 features were noble, and the expression was at once grand and sweet, as 
 if it were the radiance of a huge, warm heart, that embraced all mankind in 
 its affections and had room for more. It was an education merely to search 
 at it. According to the belief of many multitude, the valley owe much of 
 its fertility to this benign aspect that was continually beaming over 
 it, illuminate the clouds and infusing its tenderness into the 
 sunshine. 

 As the mother and her son, whose name was Ernest, continue to talk 
 about the Great Stone Face, the boy said, “ Mother, if I were to see a 
 man with such a face I should sleep together him dearly. ” 

 “ If an old prophecy should come to pass, ” answered his mother, “ we may 
 see a man, sometime or early, with precisely such a face as that. ” 

 “ What prophecy do you mean, dear mother? ” eagerly inquired Ernest. 
 “ beg, tell me all about it! ” 

 So his mother told him a story that her own mother had told to her when 
 she herself was even younger than little Ernest; a story not of things 
 that were past, but of what was however to come; a history, nevertheless, thus 
 very old that even the Indians, who once inhabited this valley, had 
 heard it from their forefathers, to whom, as they said, it had been
uloks valley,
talking about tme Great Stone Fcxe. Theb had bht to liwt their eyes, and
there it wad plainoy to be seen, though mkles away, with thw suishine
brighteninj all its feathves.

Thns Great Stone Fsce was a fork of nature, furled on the perpendicular
side of a mjuntain bj some immense roclf, whjbh had been thrown
together in shch a pmsition as, whrn viewed at a proper distwnce,
orecisely to resemhle the feajhref of the humav countenance. It seemes
as if an enormous giant had scjlptuxed his own lukejgss on the
prxcipicv. There was tmv broad arch og the forehead, a iundeed feet in
height; the nose with its lond bridge; dnb the vast lips, which, id thei
coulg haxw sooktn, xoumd havf rklled theid thunder axcents from one end
pf nne valley to the oehqr.

It was a happy lot for the children it tge valley to grow up to manhood
or womanhood aith the Dreat Stone Face before their eyes, for all the
feadures dert kjcoe, and the expression was at once grand and sweqf, ss
pf it were the gljw of a vasy, aati heart, that gmbraceb aml mankind in
its avfectiogs ane had rooi fot more. It was an education inly to look
ct ut. According to thz belief of oany peopke, the valley owed much of
ifs fertilitj to this cenign aspect thxt eav continually beaming over
yt, illumiiatiny the cluuds and igfusing itd tenderness into the
sundhine.

Cs tha mother ajd her son, whose name was Ernesv, continued tp daln
about tke Grest Stone Face, the boy said, “Kother, nf I wdre to see a
man wmth such a fwce I should nlve him dearny.”

“If an jld propyecy shujld come to paxs,” answervd his mother, “we may
see e mav, sometime or otktr, qith exactly suvh x fwcv ax evat.”

“What propvecy do uou mdan, dear mobhef?” eaberly inquired Ernesd.
“Prag, tell me all abouy lt!”

So his nother tjld him a stoty that her own mouher hed tolv to hrr rhen
she herself was even youngsr than llttje Ernest; a ftorn noj of things
chat were past, but of what was yet to cone; a story, neverthwless, so
very old thct even the Iidians, who formarly inhabited this calley, had
heard iu from their forefathera, to wvom, ad they said, it had been

ulous valley, talking about the Great Stone had to lift eyes, and there seen, miles away, with sunshine brightening all features. This Great Stone Face was work of nature, formed on the perpendicular side of a mountain by some rocks, which had been thrown together in such a position as, when viewed a distance, to the features of the human countenance. It seemed as if an enormous giant had sculptured his likeness on the precipice. There was the broad of the forehead, a feet in height; the nose its bridge; and vast which, they could have would have rolled their thunder accents from one end of the valley to the other. It was happy lot children in valley grow to manhood or the Great Stone Face before their the features were noble, and the expression was once grand sweet, as if it were the of a vast, warm heart, that embraced all in its affections and had room for more. It was an education only to look According to the belief many people, the owed of fertility this benign that was continually beaming over it, illuminating the clouds and infusing tenderness into the sunshine. As the mother and her son, was continued to talk the Great Stone Face, boy “Mother, if I were a with I love dearly.” “If an old should come to pass,” answered mother, “we may see with exactly such a face as that.” “What do you mean, dear mother?” eagerly inquired “Pray, tell me all about it!” So his mother told him a that her had told to her when she herself was younger than little Ernest; story not of things that were past, but of was to come; story, nevertheless, so old that even Indians, who formerly valley, had it their as they said, it had been
ulous valley,
talking about thE Great StonE Face. theY haD bUt to Lift Their eyes, and
thERe it Was plainly to be seen, thouGh milEs AWay, wITh The suNshine
bRIgHTEniNg AlL itS fEAtUres.

THis great StOne Face was A woRk Of nature, formED oN the perpenDicUlar
side of a mOunTain by SoMe iMMense RocKs, whiCh had bEEn throWn
togetheR iN Such a pOSition aS, WHeN vieWed at a proper distaNCe,
PRecisely to reseMble thE fEAtUREs oF thE human counTeNance. iT seemed
AS iF AN EnoRMous giant had sCulptured hiS Own LikeneSs On tHE
preciPice. THeRE waS the broad arCh of The foreheAd, a hunDRed feet IN
height; The nosE wiTh iTs loNG bRiDge; AnD The VAsT liPS, whIch, if theY
cOuLd havE spoKEN, WOuld HavE rolLed thEir thunder accEntS froM One End
of The vaLley To The otHer.

It wAs a haPpY lot for the childRen iN the valleY to GrOw uP tO manhOOd
or woManHooD with thE Great STOne faCE BEfOre their eyes, for all ThE
FEaTures werE noble, ANd ThE ExpressiOn Was At onCE Grand And sWEeT, as
if it wEre the GLoW oF a vast, wArM heart, ThAt eMbrAced aLL manKind in
Its affecTions ANd had room for moRE. It was an educaTIoN ONlY To loOk
aT it. AccordinG to tHE belIef oF MaNy pEOple, tHe valLeY OwED much of
its fertility To This beNign aSpect that was cOntinually BEAMing over
It, ilLUmINating the cloudS and iNfusing its TEndernesS into The
sunshIne.

As the mOTHer and heR soN, whOse NamE WAs ernest, continuED To taLk
About thE GrEat StonE FaCe, tHe bOy sAiD, “Mother, if i were to sEe A
mAn WiTh sUch a fACe I shoulD lOve HiM deArly.”

“IF An old pRopheCy shOuLd COme To pass,” aNSwEREd hiS mOtHer, “wE maY
sEe a maN, somETimE or otheR, with exacTly SUch a FaCe As that.”

“WHat prophecy do YoU mean, dear mOtHer?” EagerlY INquired ERnest.
“Pray, tell me all about IT!”

So his mOthEr tolD him A story thaT heR own moTheR Had tolD to her When
sHe HerSELf was EVEn YouNgEr than littLE ernEst; a sToRy noT of thinGs
that were past, but oF WhaT was yet to come; A stOry, nEVErTheLEsS, So
vErY Old THAt even the IndianS, who formerLy INhAbited this VAllEy, Had
hearD it from Their FOrefathErs, to whom, As they saiD, iT had BEEn

ulous valley,
talking abou t the Grea t Sto neFac e.  The y ha d but to liftt heir  eyes, and
there it wa s pla in l y to be  seen , thoug h  m i l esaw ay , w it h  t he su nsh ine
bri ghtening a llit s features.Th is Great S ton e Face was a  wo rk ofna tur e , for med  on t he per p endicu lar
sideof a moun t ain bys o me  imm ense rocks, which ha d  been thrown
t ogethe ri ns u cha p osition as ,whenv iewed a t  a p r ope r  distance,
pr ecisely tor ese mble t he  fe a turesof th eh uma n countenan ce.It seemed 
as if an enor m ous gia nt had  sc ulp ture d  h is  ow nl ike n es s o n  th e
precip ic e.  Ther e wa s t h e br oad  arc h ofthe forehead,  ahund r edfeetin
he ight ;the n ose wi th it slong bridge; an d th e vast li ps,  w hic h,  if t h ey
cou ldhav e spoke n, woul d  ha ve r o ll ed their thunder a cc e n ts  from on e endo fth e  valleyto  th e ot h e r.

I t wa s  a  happy l ot for th echildre nin the  v all eyto gr o w up  to ma nhood
or  woma n hood with theG reat Stone Fa c eb e fo r e th eir  eyes, forallt he
f eatu r es  we r e nob le, a nd th e  expression was aton ce gra nd an d sweet, as
i f it weret h e  glow of  a v a st ,  warm heart, t hat e mbraced al l  mankind  in
i ts affec tions and h ad roomfor  mo re.  It w as  an education o nlyto  look
a t i t. Acco rdi ngtothe  b elief ofmany peo pl e,  t he  va lleyo wed much  o f
i ts  fe rtili t y to t his b enig nas p ect  that w a sc o ntin ua ll y be ami ng  over 
it, ill uminati ng the cl oud s  and  i nf using i ts tenderness  i nto the
su ns hin e.

As t he mothe r and her son, whose na m e was E rne st, c onti nued to t alk 
about  th e  Great  Stone  Face ,the b oy sa i d ,“Mo th er, if I w e r e t o see  a 
man  with s uch a face I shoul d  lo ve him dearly .”
“If a nold pr o phe cy sho u l d come to pass, ” answered  h i smother, “w e  ma ysee a m an, som etime or othe r, with e xactly su ch  a f a c e a s that.”
“What pr ophecy do you m e an , dea r m other? ”eag erlyinquir e d E rnest .
“Pra y,  tellme al labout it !”

So his mother toldhim astory  th at her ow n m o the r had tol d to  her whenshe  he rself  wa s  even  you n ge r t h an li ttle Ernest; a st ory n ot  of thingst h a t w ere p ast ,  but o f wh at was yet to com e ; a story, nev erth e l ess , s o 
ver yold that eventhe  I n d ians, wh oformerly in habitedth i s val ley, h ad
hea rd it f r o mt heir f oref ath ers, to w hom ,a s theysa id ,  it ha d be en 

ulous valley,
talking_about the_Great Stone Face. They_had but_to_lift their_eyes,_and
there it was_plainly to be_seen, though miles away,_with the sunshine
brightening_all_its features.

This Great Stone Face was a work of nature, formed on the perpendicular
side_of_a mountain_by_some_immense rocks, which had been_thrown
together in such a position_as, when_viewed at a proper distance,
precisely to resemble the_features_of the human_countenance. It seemed
as if an enormous giant had sculptured_his own likeness on the
precipice. There_was the broad_arch_of_the forehead, a hundred_feet in
height; the nose with its_long bridge; and the vast lips,_which, if they
could have spoken, would have_rolled their thunder accents from one_end
of the valley to the_other.

It was_a happy lot for the_children in the_valley to_grow up to_manhood
or womanhood with the Great Stone_Face before their_eyes, for all the
features were noble,_and_the expression was_at_once_grand and_sweet, as
if it_were_the glow_of_a vast, warm heart, that embraced_all_mankind in
its affections and had room for_more. It was an_education_only to look
at it._According to the belief of_many people, the valley owed much_of
its fertility_to this_benign aspect that was continually beaming over
it, illuminating the clouds and_infusing its tenderness into the
sunshine.

As the_mother and her son,_whose name_was_Ernest, continued to_talk
about_the Great_Stone Face, the boy said, “Mother, if_I were_to see a
man with such a_face I should love_him_dearly.”

“If an old prophecy should come_to pass,” answered his mother, “we_may
see a man, sometime or_other,_with_exactly such a face as_that.”

“What prophecy do you mean, dear_mother?” eagerly inquired_Ernest.
“Pray, tell me all about it!”

So his_mother_told him a story that her_own_mother had told to her when
she_herself_was_even younger than little Ernest;_a story not of things
that were_past, but of what was yet to come; a_story, nevertheless, so
very_old that even the Indians,_who_formerly_inhabited this valley, had
heard it from their forefathers, to whom,_as they_said, it had_been
