A STRENUOUS HOLIDAY 



present a marked contrast to those of New York 

 and Pennsylvania. They were not rubbed down 

 and scooped out by the great ice-sheet that played 

 such a part in shaping our northern landscapes. 

 The valleys are markedly V-shaped, while ours are 

 markedly U-shaped. The valley sides are so steep 

 that they are rarely cultivated; the farm land for 

 the most part lies on the tops of the broad, rounded 

 hills, though we passed through some broad, open 

 river valleys that held miles upon miles of beautiful 

 farms in which hay and oats were still being har- 

 vested. Everywhere were large fields of buck- 

 wheat, white with bloom, and, I presume, humming 

 with bees. 



Here and there, by the rocks and the boulders 

 strewn over the landscape, I saw evidences of large 

 local glaciers that had hatched in these mountains 

 during the great Ice Age. 



We made camp at Bolar Springs on August the 

 23d a famous spring, and a beautiful spot. We 

 pitched our tents among the sugar maples, and 

 some of the party availed themselves of the 

 public bathhouse that spanned the overflow of 

 the great spring. The next night our camp was 

 at Wolf Creek, not far from the Narrows a beauti- 

 ful spot, marred only by its proximity to the dusty 

 highway. It was on the narrow, grassy margin of 

 a broad, limpid creek in which the fish were jump- 

 ing. Some grazing horses disturbed my sleep early 



117 



