238 THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

in gray, and sorrowfully departed for what are
now known as the Rocky Mountains. They
were attached to the Blue Hill where they had
lived for so many generations, and left it re-
luctantly. Ere they passed out of sight they
paused to take a last look at the familiar line
of hills, on which the rosy rays of the setting
sun were falling, —a parting look at the “land _
of the After-glow.” They sorrowfully watched
the sun sink behind the trees, and as it disap-
peared the giant king gave expression to his
regret in astamp of his mighty foot that left
its impression on the solid rock on which he
stood; then they left the region forever.

The rock on which the giant stamped might
have been seen, until within a few years, in the
neighborhood of Blue Hill, where it was known
as “The Devil’s Rock.” Many and many
times have visitors climbed the huge bowlder
to gaze at the impress of the giant’s foot, half
believing, as the tradition ran, that the king of
evil himself had set his stamp there. The writer
however, dear readers, has never had any faith
in that story, for, if that had been the case,
would not the print have taken the shape of a
cloven foot? Much pleasanter is it to think