Glimpses of America: A Pictorial and Descriptive History of Our Country's Scenic MarvelsBuel, James W. (James William)
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Glimpses of America: A Pictorial and Descriptive History of Our Country's Scenic Marvels
Buel, James W. (James William)
United States -- Pictorial works
Some of the loftiest peaks are Mounts Morris, Marcy, White-Face, Seward,
Pharoah, Dix and Snowy Mountain, and of the lakes there are Tupper,
Saranac, Long, Avalanche, Clear, Henderson, Raquette, Newcomb, Pleasant,
and many others scarcely less in size and famous for the game-fish that
swarm in their transparent waters. As a hunting-ground the Great North
Wilderness, as it is often called, is probably the best now to be found
anywhere in the United States, abounding as it does in deer, bear,
panther, wolf, wolverene, and immense numbers of smaller game, so that
whether lost or found, a man with a loaded gun need never go hungry in
the Adirondacks.
It is not surprising that a region noted for its mountains, lakes and
dense forests, should abound with features magnificently picturesque;
and those who visit the Adirondacks in search of the wildest beauties of
nature will not make the trip in vain. It is the Switzerland of America,
equaling the best scenery of that country, and exceeding it in some
respects, notably its intricate chain of lakes, its flaming chasms, and
the solitudes of its deep wildernesses, so tangled and intricate that
more than two-thirds remain yet to be explored. Night in these
fastnesses is inexpressibly doleful and at times fearful. The Black
Forest of Germany is not nearly so lonely, nor is the Brocken so ominous
with its colossal specter as the mountain summits of the Adirondacks,
clothed with evergreens and groves of birch, maple, beech, ash and
cedar, in which the bear, wolf and wild-cat have their lairs. In these
wild seclusions, the recesses of dark valleys and the dreary isolation
of soaring peaks, darkness is enthroned and veiled by shadows, amid
which savage animals and dusky night-birds hold their carnivals. The
catamount sets up a chilling wail that brings response from the deep-
voiced loon that keeps his lonely watch on a lake far below; then across
a stretch of deep wood falls the hooting echo of a solemn owl, whose
complainings excite condolement of whip-poor-will and katydid, and the
chorus thus begun is taken up and joined in by a thousand whimpering,
screeching, strident and wailing things that make the lonesome forest
their assembling place.
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