. Stowe notes, letters and verses . asure destroying the poetic sig-nificance of the distant, far-stretching, and vanishingroads. A view (of a kind) from the hotel, but to us whohave so long pined on the Georgia levels, it opened witha wide and pleasant effect. The sight of the mountainsput us at home. Strong west wind; beautiful effect of breaking cloudsover Pisgah and westward toward Tennessee. Old farmhouse on the bank of the Swannanoa, withone chimney matted with ivy stems carrying the leavesto the very top. This is the first real glimpse of farmsand civilization that I have had as yet. It
. Stowe notes, letters and verses . asure destroying the poetic sig-nificance of the distant, far-stretching, and vanishingroads. A view (of a kind) from the hotel, but to us whohave so long pined on the Georgia levels, it opened witha wide and pleasant effect. The sight of the mountainsput us at home. Strong west wind; beautiful effect of breaking cloudsover Pisgah and westward toward Tennessee. Old farmhouse on the bank of the Swannanoa, withone chimney matted with ivy stems carrying the leavesto the very top. This is the first real glimpse of farmsand civilization that I have had as yet. It is delightfulin that it makes me think of home. Road winding up the mountain-side; distance blue,nearer hills purple, so soft with their clothing of decidu-ous trees—like the withered goldenrods stems in aNovember field. Chestnuts, red and white oaks, black birch, dogwood,yellow and Table Mountain (?) pines, and occasionallythe beautiful, dark, gleaming, feathery foliage of thewhite pines. The oaks are magnificent—their rugged. THESOUTH 105 boughs, growing gnarled and misdirected, having a sym-metry of strength; they are imposing. Everywhere,more especially in the wood, grow mountain laurel andrhododendron. The mountains to the north are the Rugged, Craggy,and Black ranges. The wind was blowing strong at sunset. Clouds,aping the mountain shapes and extending the ranges in-definitely, growing heavy and towering in the southwest,caught the light. The sun sank round and red, and a hotglow, as bright as blood, burned for a little behind thewestern mountains. Hot Springs, North Carolina, April. At night, the rush of the river. Thunder-storm about half past four—hail, and adriving wind that blew white storm-wraiths through therain. Clear again at five, the heavy mass of cloudslifting like a curtain and disclosing the blue sky andsparkling hilltops westward. Swallows flew along the surface of the river; theopposite bank was alive with bird notes. A pleasantsound from the drippi
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