A Virginia Cousin, & Bar Harbor TalesHarrison, Burton, Mrs.
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A Virginia Cousin, & Bar Harbor Tales
Harrison, Burton, Mrs.
Bar Harbor (Me.) -- Fiction
Resina passed, they could breathe more freely. The street turmoil was
succeeded by the peace of a country road mounting between lava walls,
over which glimpses of sea, of deep-red clover in fields, of vineyard
or lemon grove, were finally succeeded by glorious, unobstructed views
of the mountains, bay, and city. In the region of recent overflows,
they saw the most curious spectacle, to the newcomer, of fertile
garden-strips of green, where clung tiny houses, pink or whitewashed,
daring the mute monster overhead, while close beside them the
mountain-side was streaked with ominous stains marking the spots
where other homes had defied him just one day too long.
Higher still, in the track of the overflow of 1872, they experienced
the striking effect of entering into a valley of desolation between
walls of living green. Here, the lava in settling had wreathed itself
into the forms of dragons couchant, of huge serpents, and other
monstrous shapes that lay entwined as if asleep. Up above, arose the
main cone of the crater, smooth as a heap of gun-powder, vast,
majestic, cloud-circled; taking upon itself in the intense light a
blooming purple tint; the smoke issuing from its summit now soon
melting into space, now showing dense and threatening.
Evelyn, in whom the novelty as well as beauty of the scene had aroused
fresh spirit, looked more like her old self than her fond father had
seen her for many a long day. But it is fortunately not given to
parents, however solicitous, to see all the workings of young minds;
and the good gentleman would have been indeed surprised had he divined
the mainspring of her animation. While he was indulging in a few mild
objections to the length and slowness of the drive, the rapacity of
wayside beggars, the heat of the sun, etc., such as naturally occur to
the traveller unsupported by sentimental hopes, to our young lady the
condition of motion was a necessity, and the act of getting upward a
relief.
For the plain truth was that, since the last talk with Ralph, Evelyn
had given rein to a thousand emotions repressed, during the months
gone by, with stern self-chiding.
Until now, recalling the year before when Vance had left her to an
unavailing sense of regret for her harsh judgment of him, she had
hardly realized what their intercourse together had meant to her. But
the period of his visit was, in fact, succeeded by one in which her
salt of life had lost its savor; and Evelyn, to her dismay, found that
her affections had gone from her keeping to this man's, acknowledged
to have been the suitor of her friend.
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