. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. ep-cutstairways of Mount Carter, the strong and brilliant purple that floodsits crest, and the amber and rose with which the mists are dyed aathey float upward to thin away and melt into the blue. Mount Moriah itself should be seen from the bend of the Andrescoggin River, a little more than a mile north of the hotel. Here itscharming outline is seen to the best advantage. Its crest is as highover the valley as Lafayette rises over the Profile House ; and, withthe exception perhaps of the Mote Mountain in North Conway, thelong lines of it
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. ep-cutstairways of Mount Carter, the strong and brilliant purple that floodsits crest, and the amber and rose with which the mists are dyed aathey float upward to thin away and melt into the blue. Mount Moriah itself should be seen from the bend of the Andrescoggin River, a little more than a mile north of the hotel. Here itscharming outline is seen to the best advantage. Its crest is as highover the valley as Lafayette rises over the Profile House ; and, withthe exception perhaps of the Mote Mountain in North Conway, thelong lines of its declivity towards the east, flow more softly than anyothers we can recall. They wave from the summit to the valley in 258 THE WHITE HILLS. curves as fluent and graceful as the fluttering of a long pennant froma masthead. The whole mass of the mountain, moreover, is clothedwith the richest foliage, unscarred by any land-shde, unbroken byany ravages of storm and frost, even in its ravines. These lines look peculiarly charming if they can be seen when a. i^^-^-^^ ^ ^^^^r-^. southerly rain is just commencing, or when a light shower falls uponthem, but does not wrap the ridge in cloud. Does the readerremember Leigh Hunts description of a sudden shower in thecountry ? As I stood thus, a neighboring wood of elmsWas moved, and stirred, and whispered loftily THE ANDROSCOGGIN VALLEY. 259 Much like a pomp of warriors with plumed helms,When some great general, whom they long to heard behind them, coming in swift dignity;And then there tied by me a rush of air,That stirred up all the other foliage there,Filling the solitude witli panting tongues;At which the pines woke up into their their choral locks; and on the placeThere fell a shade, as on an awe-struck face;And overhead, like a portentous rimPulled over the wide world, to make all dim,A grave, gigantic cloud came hugely uplifting him It passed with its slow shadow; and I saw Where it went down beyond me on a plai
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