Nathaniel Hawthorne,
The Great Stone Face, and Other Tales of the White Mountains
“ Still, nevertheless, with an earnest shout, and evidently with as much good faith as ever, the people bellowed ‘He is the very image of the Great Stone Face!’ But Ernest turned sadly from the wrinkled shrewdness of that sordid visage, and gazed up the valley, where, amid a gathering mist, gilded by the last sunbeams, he could still distinguish those glorious features which had impressed themselves into his soul. Their aspect cheered him. What did the benign lips seem to say? ‘He will come! Fear not, Ernest; the man will come!’ The years went on, and Ernest ceased to be a boy. ”
