. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. through the unbroken wilderness of the northern side, there is nosuch view to be had east of the Mississippi of mountain architectureand sublimity. They do not seem to be rocky institutions. Theirlines have so much life that they appear to have just leaped fromche deeps beneath the soil. We say to ourselves, these peaks are THE ASCENT OF MOUNT WASHINGTON. 325 natures struggle against petrifaction, the earths crj for air. If theday is not entirely clear, if great white clouds Are wandering in thick flocks among the mountains,Shepherded by
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. through the unbroken wilderness of the northern side, there is nosuch view to be had east of the Mississippi of mountain architectureand sublimity. They do not seem to be rocky institutions. Theirlines have so much life that they appear to have just leaped fromche deeps beneath the soil. We say to ourselves, these peaks are THE ASCENT OF MOUNT WASHINGTON. 325 natures struggle against petrifaction, the earths crj for air. If theday is not entirely clear, if great white clouds Are wandering in thick flocks among the mountains,Shepherded by the slow, unwilling wind, the shadows that leisurely trail along the sides of these Titans, orwaver down their slopes, extinguishing their color, as it blots the dimgreen of their peaks, then their tawny shoulders, then the purple andgray of their bare ledges, and at last dulls the verdure of their lowerforests,—thus playing in perpetual frolic with the light,—are more fas-cinating than anything which can be seen from the summit of MountWashington
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