How many millions upon millions of centuries would pass before that bird had carried away even a square foot of that mountain, how many eons upon eons of ages before it had carried away all? Yet at the end of that immense stretch of time not even one instant of eternity could be said to have ended. How pale the light was at the window! But that was nice. Peter Parley himself was on the first page in a picture. Grose's round eyes encountered this charge.