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Show 183^- 18371 Flagg's Far West 341 constituted a scene in which beauty unrivalled was the sole ingredient. And then those bright enamelled clumps of living emerald, sleeping upon the wavy surface like the golden Hesperides of classic fiction, or, like another cluster of Fortunate Isles in the dark- blue waters, breathing a fragrance as from oriental bowers; the wild- deer bounding in startled beauty from his bed, and the merry note of the skylark, whistling, with speckled vest and dew- wet wing, upon the resin- weed, lent the last touchings to Nature's chef ( Pceuvre. " Oh, beautiful, still beautiful, Though long and lone the way." But the scene amid which I was now standing could boast an aspect little like this. Here, indeed, were the rare and delicate flowers; and life, in all its fresh and beautiful forms, was leaping forth in wild and sportive luxuriance at my feet. But all was vast, measureless, Titanic; and the loveliness of the picture was lost in its grandeur. Here was no magnificence of beauty, no got-geousness of vegetation, no splendour of the wilderness; " Green isles and circling shores ne'er blended here In wild reality!" All was bold and impressive, reposing in the stern, majestic solitude of Nature. On every side the earth heaved and rolled like the swell of troubled waters; now sweeping away in the long heavy wave of ocean, and now rocking and curling like the abrupt, broken bay- billow tumbling around the [ 93] crag. Between the lengthened parallel ridges stretch the ravines by which the prairie is drained; and, owing to the depth and tenacity of the soil, they are sometimes almost impassable. Ascending from these, the elevation swells so gradually as to be almost imperceptible to the traveller, until he finds himself upon the summit, and the immense landscape is spread out around him. |
