. British mosses, their homes, aspects, structure and uses : with a coloured figure of each species etched from nature. U BBITISH MOSSES. as of Druids with their grey hair streaming on the wind, and after a long day- spent in hunting out Druidical antiquities, the October evening closed ia on us, the sky flushing crimson, and the mists marching off the hills in weird pageant, as if the Druids had come back in sullen anger to behold the profanation of their shrines. One more memory and we leave cloud-land. It was evening, and we rode quickly up a tor, expecting to see the sun setting into the o
. British mosses, their homes, aspects, structure and uses : with a coloured figure of each species etched from nature. U BBITISH MOSSES. as of Druids with their grey hair streaming on the wind, and after a long day- spent in hunting out Druidical antiquities, the October evening closed ia on us, the sky flushing crimson, and the mists marching off the hills in weird pageant, as if the Druids had come back in sullen anger to behold the profanation of their shrines. One more memory and we leave cloud-land. It was evening, and we rode quickly up a tor, expecting to see the sun setting into the ocean; before us were round granite hills, beyond these two serrated heights, and instead of any view of the sunset, we saw, behind all, a great mist towering up, and taking the form of a range of mountains. The skirts of the mist himg over the true hills, magnifying them to double their real size, and, rising before the sun, the tops of the mimic mountains became golden, and the mountains purple, and that mountain-range was a vision of such glory as it is not in words to tell. There were deep ravine and castled summit, and cataract hasting from the heights, and river, and broad lake, and fleecy clouds hovering on the mountain-sides, making them " hiUs of angels ;" cloud and cataract and castle were in golden light, and ravine was in purple shadow, and all were changing at every moment into more glory and more wonder: and then the mountains towered higher and higher, and bowed then* mighty heads, and swept down the hollows between the granite as billows of mist; and we heard the shouts of our companions from below,—" The sea-fog 1" and as we joined them a billow swept over us, and aU was Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Tripp, Frances Elizabeth, 1832-1890. London :
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