[The Grange] ... I found on exhibition other specimens of his work in a style that was quite new to me. The drawings that he had made for his children in their very early days had been persevered and pasted into books, and upon these treasures I was permitted to gaze. The babies must have found these pictures thrilling and delightful to the last degree in broad daylight; how they felt about them towards bedtime I did not like to enquire. They nearly all had a hint of the nightmare about them, threating of the adventures of helpless midgets lost in vast lands of towering mountain peaks, fathomless abysses and trackless forests. One, I remember, showed an immense valley - all was on an impossible scale of grandeur - smooth and polished like a basin into which a tiny insect-like man had slipped and was sliding miserably down the side towards a dark hole which yawned at the foot. Beneath was a cheering inscription - 'Inside that hole there is a thing,' and the series was entitled, 'The Horrors of Mountain Lands.'