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find the brink of this higher wall 

 composed of beetling escarpments 

 of the Coal conglomerate. I mount 

 one of the overhanging cliffs at Bon 

 Air — an old but now ruined water- 

 ing-place and summer resort — and 

 look down hundreds of feet upon 

 the green tree-tops, from whose sun- 

 ny summits ascends the chorus of a 

 myriad warblers. Far away to the 

 west stretches the landscape over 

 which I have traveled, and its far- 

 ther verge blends with the azure 

 which overarches all. Far toward 

 the north and south spreads out the 

 basin of Tennessee; and over all 

 hangs the purple haze with which 

 Nature half conceals, and thereby 

 heightens her charms. Southward 

 rise sheer from the plain some iso- 

 lated knobs and ridges, which mark 

 the commencement of the region 

 whose general structure embraces 

 Lookout Mountain, Missionary 

 Ridge, and similar precipitous ele- 

 vations along the southern border 

 of the state. 



From the dizzy brink on which I 

 stand stretches eastward a cool and 

 salubrious table-land, known as the 

 Cumberland Table-land, marked by 

 a soil, and forest-growth, and cli- 

 mate as distinct from those of the 

 basin below as Wisconsin from the 



