The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 8, July, 1836Various
General
The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 8, July, 1836
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
the ice, when the trees were budding, and everything looked like
spring; nay, when there was so much melted on the surface that the
horses were knee deep in water while travelling on it; and portentous
cracks, on every side, announced the approaching rupture. This could
scarce have been produced by the mere influence of the sun, till
midsummer. It was the swelling of the waters under the ice, increased
by rivulets, enlarged by melted snows, that produced this catastrophe;
for such the awful concussion made it appear. The prelude to the
general bursting of this mighty mass was a fracture lengthwise, in the
middle of the stream, produced by the effort of the imprisoned waters,
now increased too much to be contained within their wonted bounds.
Conceive a solid mass, from six to eight feet thick, bursting for many
miles in one continued rupture, produced by a force inconceivably
great, and, in a manner, inexpressibly sudden. Thunder is no adequate
image of this awful explosion, which roused all the sleepers within
reach of the sound, as completely as the final convulsion of nature,
and the solemn peal of the awakening trumpet might be supposed to do.
The stream in summer was confined by a pebbly strand, overhung with
high and steep banks, crowned with lofty trees, which were considered
as a sacred barrier against the encroachments of this annual
visitation. Never dryads dwelt in more security than those of the
vine-clad elms, that extended their ample branches over this mighty
stream. Their tangled nets laid bare by the impetuous torrents, formed
caverns ever fresh and fragrant, where the most delicate plants
flourished, unvisited by scorching suns or nipping blasts; and nothing
could be more singular than the variety of plants and birds that were
sheltered in these intricate and safe recesses. But when the bursting
of the crystal surface set loose the many waters that had rushed down,
swollen with the annual tribute of dissolving snow, the islands and
low lands were all flooded in an instant; and the lofty banks, from
which you were wont to overlook the stream, were now entirely filled
by an impetuous torrent, bearing down, with incredible and tumultuous
rage, immense shoals of ice; which, breaking every instant by the
concussion of others, jammed together in some places, in others
erecting themselves in gigantic heights for an instant in the air, and
seeming to combat with their fellow-giants crowding on in all
directions, and falling together with an inconceivable crash, formed a
terrible moving picture, animated and various beyond conception; for
it was not only the cerulean ice, whose broken edges combatting with
the stream, refracted light into a thousand rainbows, that charmed
your attention; lofty pines, large pieces of the bank torn off by the
ice with all their early green and tender foliage, were driven on like
travelling islands, amid the battle of breakers, for such it seemed. I
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