Published in Short Stories 1892 This powerful and imaginative sketch, with its curious suggestion of a commercial use for hypnotism, and sombre illustrations of the never-dying thirst for gold, is the winner of prize No. 5 offered by Short Stories. Gray and ragged, with its sun-browned snowbanks fast tinting to purple under the August glare, there stood a mountain. It was a king of mountains, silent and sombre. The lesser peaks, with abrupt, sharp points, surrounded it like a bayoneted army, and from these mountain-princes sloped the plateaus and foothills, emerging finally into valleys.