Ghost of the glacier and other tales . r and mountain wall have been is limitless, colorless, SCULPTURE OF THE ELFS, objectless expanse. No point of color, no outline greetsthe vision. Then comes the change. Through the notch struggles a ray of light. It piercesthe mist feebly, slowly. The mists give way. Mountainsrise like ghosts. Trees forget the ghastly damps that wrapthem and bathe in the breeze. Along the high levels ofthe hills, trailing and losing its anchors on every ledge,drifts the night to fall in final wreck against the loon flaps his heavy way across the river. The gleam
Ghost of the glacier and other tales . r and mountain wall have been is limitless, colorless, SCULPTURE OF THE ELFS, objectless expanse. No point of color, no outline greetsthe vision. Then comes the change. Through the notch struggles a ray of light. It piercesthe mist feebly, slowly. The mists give way. Mountainsrise like ghosts. Trees forget the ghastly damps that wrapthem and bathe in the breeze. Along the high levels ofthe hills, trailing and losing its anchors on every ledge,drifts the night to fall in final wreck against the loon flaps his heavy way across the river. The gleam ofthe scarlet cardinal is seen in the lowlands, a glint of gold onthe hemlocks above. There falls over the ledges a lance oflight — a dazzling multitude of shafts — and conqueror daymarches up the valley. When the elfs of the frost come down to do honor is theanniversary of the doting king and his fair queen. The courttakes on its most radiant dress. Fairy painters touch therocky rang^^-s with purple. Mountains, gleam with BUTTERMILK IALLS,POCONO MOUNTAINS. Hickories splash with red the greens of thepines and the hemlocks. Oaks light up withbrown. Maples add all the var}nng shades otyellow\ The shumack burns a cardinal f^ are gray in the sleepy light of the sun. Theriver reflects all of the colors of the rainbow. Browngrasses cling closer to the earth, dotted with red and yellowand purple and amber and gray. White rocks on the riverbanks gleam and glisten. Birds join in a farewell chorus LACKAWANNA RESORTS, with the singing brooks and the sighing cataracts. With awhirr of wings a redhead flashes across from the hills andsplashes into the water, A quail pipes in the brown squirrel laden with chestnuts chatters saucily. So autumn passes, making way for the scene of the snowand the ice. This is the realm, far-sweeping from the Delaware to theSusquehanna, of Majesty and Beauty. DELAWARE WATER GAP, PENNSYLVANIA. A\ithin a radius of a few miles of this
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