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Show GEORGETOWN. 127 imposing precipices above and yawning chasms below. It was "grand, gloomy and peculiar." Unlike Lot's wife, we had no disposition to look back to where we came from-it made our heads swim, confused our ideas, and left an unpleasant sense of uneasiness and distress. For the first time I lost interest in the summits, and became deeply absorbed in thinking how we were to get out of it. Finally we switched around a deep curve and entered a trail, heavily fringed with dense and fragrant pines. I cannot- describe the feeling with which it inspired me. It suggested both mystery and supernaturalism, and the peculiar sombre tint of the prospect intensified the feeling. We seemed to be winding through a resting place of the dead. Soon the awesome feeling was succeeded by a sweet religious ecstacy. The busy work-day world was shut out and " peace on earth, good will to man " pervaded this great cathedral of nature. The emerald lake, with its placid water, the petrified forest at the bottom, and speckled trout that skimmed near its surface, was entrancing. The tall, trim evergreens that surrounded it, were perfectly mirrored in the water, and seemed to grow both ways, while the sun's rays, that fell through them, was like the dim religious light that shimmers through monastic windows. There were no exclamations, but everyone seemed to quietly anduneditatively take in the divine picture. But we were out for pleasure, and we thought the greatest sport of all would be to catch some of the beautiful fish, that stuck their heads up out of the water and made mouths at us in the most tantalizing way. The warder supplied us with rods, and the way we caught fish would |
