﻿THE 
  SCENERY 
  OF 
  NORTH 
  AMERICA 
  

  

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  digious 
  force 
  that 
  dwells 
  in 
  

   their 
  currents. 
  

  

  The 
  expanse 
  of 
  the 
  St. 
  

   Lawrence, 
  as 
  it 
  roars 
  down 
  

   the 
  rapids 
  above 
  Montreal, 
  

   the 
  broad 
  bosom 
  of 
  the 
  

   Mississippi, 
  with 
  a 
  thou- 
  

   sand 
  yellow 
  eddies, 
  as 
  it 
  

   sweeps 
  in 
  great 
  curves 
  past 
  

   New 
  Orleans, 
  have 
  a 
  gran- 
  

   deur 
  all 
  their 
  own. 
  Neither 
  

   the 
  Nile 
  nor 
  the 
  Volga 
  nor 
  

   the 
  Obi 
  nor 
  the 
  Indus 
  con- 
  

   veys 
  the 
  same 
  impression 
  

   of 
  resistless 
  power. 
  Only 
  

   the 
  Yangtze 
  has 
  a 
  like 
  air 
  

   of 
  majesty, 
  and 
  this 
  maybe 
  

   due 
  to 
  the 
  sense 
  that 
  it 
  is 
  

   more 
  closely 
  than 
  most 
  

   streams 
  associated 
  with 
  hu- 
  

   man 
  life, 
  because 
  no 
  other 
  

   bears 
  so 
  many 
  vessels. 
  

  

  As 
  respects 
  river 
  beauty, 
  

   besides 
  the 
  cliffs 
  on 
  the 
  up- 
  

   per 
  Missouri 
  and 
  Yellow- 
  

   stone, 
  there 
  was 
  fifty 
  years 
  

   ago 
  a 
  charming 
  stretch 
  of 
  

   more 
  than 
  two 
  hundred 
  

   miles 
  along 
  the 
  Mississippi 
  

   between 
  St. 
  Paul 
  and 
  Du- 
  

   buque, 
  the 
  slopes, 
  three 
  to 
  

   four 
  hundred 
  feet 
  high, 
  

   covered 
  by 
  natural 
  woods 
  

   growing 
  in 
  comparatively 
  

   open 
  clumps, 
  while 
  the 
  

   river 
  swept 
  in 
  graceful 
  

   curves 
  from 
  one 
  to 
  the 
  

   other 
  set 
  of 
  bluffs 
  across 
  

   the 
  valley, 
  which 
  gradually 
  

   widened 
  as 
  it 
  descended 
  

   from 
  a 
  mile 
  to 
  over 
  seven 
  

   or 
  eight 
  miles. 
  This 
  scen- 
  

   ery 
  could 
  be 
  enjoyed 
  only 
  

   from 
  a 
  vessel, 
  and 
  I 
  believe 
  

   that 
  now, 
  since 
  there 
  are 
  

   railroads 
  on 
  both 
  sides, 
  the 
  

   steamers 
  no 
  longer 
  ply. 
  

  

  Below 
  St. 
  Louis 
  the 
  heights 
  that 
  bound 
  

   the 
  river 
  valley 
  being 
  usually 
  lower 
  and 
  

   more 
  distant 
  from 
  the 
  stream, 
  the 
  banks 
  

   are 
  not 
  very 
  interesting. 
  Neither 
  are 
  

   those 
  of 
  the 
  St. 
  Lawrence, 
  except 
  at 
  some 
  

   points, 
  such 
  as 
  is 
  Quebec. 
  

  

  The 
  five 
  Great 
  Lakes 
  have 
  almost 
  

   everywhere 
  low 
  shores, 
  but 
  Georgian 
  

   Bay, 
  the 
  northeastern 
  bight 
  of 
  Lake 
  Hu- 
  

   ron, 
  contains 
  many 
  picturesque 
  rocky 
  and 
  

  

  Photograph 
  by 
  A. 
  Haanstad, 
  from 
  Colorado 
  Mountain 
  Club 
  

  

  BIG 
  THOMPSON 
  RIVER 
  SNAKES 
  ITS 
  WAY 
  THROUGH 
  

   ESTES 
  PARK 
  

  

  In 
  the 
  background 
  loom 
  Deer 
  Mountain 
  and 
  the 
  Continental 
  

   Divide. 
  

  

  passenger 
  

  

  wooded 
  islands, 
  and 
  there 
  are 
  some 
  forty 
  

   or 
  fifty 
  miles 
  of 
  bold 
  craggy 
  heights 
  on 
  

   the 
  north 
  coast 
  of 
  Lake 
  Superior, 
  some- 
  

   times 
  rising 
  to 
  grandeur. 
  

  

  But 
  Lake 
  Champlain 
  is 
  a 
  noble 
  sheet 
  

   of 
  water 
  as 
  seen 
  from 
  the 
  hills 
  of 
  Ver- 
  

   mont, 
  with 
  the 
  Adirondack 
  peaks 
  rising 
  

   behind 
  it 
  (see 
  page 
  363). 
  

  

  The 
  beauties 
  of 
  Lake 
  George 
  and 
  of 
  its 
  

   very 
  dissimilar 
  sister, 
  Lake 
  Tahoe, 
  in 
  

   California, 
  are 
  well 
  known. 
  

  

  Now 
  we 
  come 
  to 
  the 
  mountains 
  : 
  Thev 
  

  

  