The rocks blushed red-gold; the peaks glowed, every one a gem.

Then suddenly the 13,000-foot peak of the Bernina glowed in its veils of sunlit snow and the train chugged to its apex at the Bernina Hospice, about 7,400 feet.

The camels kept up their awful bawling in the background, and the peaks of the Agonistes glowed pink to the west.

Pak Darto, 50, slept only a half hour on Sunday, spending all night sitting cross-legged beneath a small window, out of which the peak of Merapi, mired in smoke and gas, glowed orange between two tall trees.

At night the peaks glowed with a steady yellow light.

The high peaks glowed in all of their 8,000-meter glory, snowfields burning orange in the light.

To my back, several peaks jutting up from the line of hills glowed with volcanic fires.

North and west of us the twin peaks of a distant mountain on Dall Island glowed a rosy white in the fading sun.

The peaks glowed behind them, the Keep indistinguishable from the other mountain-sides.

But Worden went on steadily toward the station while another high peak glowed in sunrise light and a third seemed to burst into incandescence.