﻿THE 
  SCENERY 
  OF 
  NORTH 
  AMERICA 
  

  

  367 
  

  

  Photograph 
  by 
  George 
  H. 
  Harvey, 
  Jr. 
  

  

  CROSSING 
  TH^ 
  GREAT 
  DIVIDE 
  IN 
  MIDSUMMER 
  

  

  The 
  snow 
  lies 
  deep 
  at 
  the 
  end 
  of 
  June 
  on 
  Flattop 
  Mountain, 
  one 
  of 
  the 
  peaks 
  in 
  the 
  Rocky 
  

  

  Mountain 
  National 
  Park, 
  Colorado. 
  

  

  rocky 
  above 
  2,500 
  feet 
  or 
  thickly 
  wooded 
  

   lower 
  down, 
  with 
  scarce 
  any 
  upstanding 
  

   peaks 
  to 
  fix 
  the 
  eye. 
  

  

  It 
  is 
  rather 
  in 
  the 
  valleys 
  that 
  the 
  char- 
  

   acteristic 
  charm 
  of 
  New 
  England 
  scenery 
  

   is 
  to 
  be 
  found. 
  The 
  villages 
  are 
  pretty, 
  

   despite 
  the 
  unlovely 
  frame 
  houses, 
  for 
  

   they 
  are 
  surrounded 
  by 
  elms, 
  more 
  grace- 
  

   ful 
  with 
  their 
  pendent 
  boughs 
  than 
  are 
  

   the 
  elms 
  of 
  England, 
  and 
  the 
  stately 
  

   maples 
  line 
  the 
  streets 
  and 
  lanes. 
  Every 
  

   house 
  has 
  its 
  wide, 
  well-kept 
  grass 
  plot, 
  

   open 
  to 
  street 
  or 
  road, 
  and 
  the 
  whole 
  vil- 
  

   lage 
  seems 
  to 
  swim 
  in 
  verdure. 
  

  

  The 
  lakes 
  of 
  New 
  England 
  and 
  north- 
  

   ern 
  New 
  York 
  must 
  not 
  be 
  forgotten, 
  for 
  

   some 
  of 
  them, 
  like 
  Moosehead 
  Lake 
  in 
  

   Maine, 
  have 
  a 
  wild, 
  and 
  others, 
  like 
  Lake 
  

   George 
  and 
  the 
  Saranacs, 
  a 
  soft 
  and 
  

   placid 
  beauty. 
  But 
  none 
  of 
  them, 
  not 
  

   even 
  Lake 
  Champlain, 
  can 
  be 
  ranked 
  with 
  

   the 
  lakes 
  of 
  Switzerland 
  and 
  Austria, 
  still 
  

   less 
  with 
  those 
  of 
  North 
  Italy 
  — 
  Maggiore, 
  

   Como, 
  and 
  Garda. 
  

  

  I 
  have 
  left 
  to 
  the 
  last 
  the 
  supreme 
  

   charm 
  of 
  East 
  American 
  scenerv. 
  It 
  is 
  

  

  a 
  charm 
  to 
  be 
  enjoyed 
  only 
  during 
  six 
  

   weeks 
  in 
  the 
  year, 
  from 
  the 
  beginning 
  of 
  

   October 
  to 
  the 
  middle 
  of 
  November, 
  dur- 
  

   ing 
  the 
  "Indian 
  Summer," 
  a 
  season 
  

   scarcely 
  known 
  to 
  Europe 
  except 
  in 
  mid- 
  

   dle 
  Italy 
  and 
  Greece. 
  

  

  A 
  WEALTH 
  OE 
  COLOR 
  IN 
  THE 
  WOODS 
  

  

  The 
  later 
  part 
  of 
  the 
  fall 
  gives 
  to 
  the 
  

   woods 
  a 
  wealth 
  of 
  brilliant 
  color 
  nowhere 
  

   to 
  be 
  found 
  in 
  the 
  Old 
  World, 
  unless 
  per- 
  

   haps 
  in 
  Korea 
  and 
  Japan. 
  It 
  is 
  chiefly 
  in 
  

   the 
  maples 
  that 
  these 
  colors 
  are 
  found, 
  

   for 
  they 
  turn 
  to 
  superb 
  crimsons 
  and 
  scar- 
  

   lets, 
  but 
  they 
  are 
  seconded 
  by 
  the 
  many- 
  

   tinted 
  yellows 
  of 
  beech 
  and 
  birch, 
  while 
  

   white 
  pines, 
  interspersed 
  among 
  the 
  de- 
  

   ciduous 
  trees, 
  with 
  their 
  deep 
  yet 
  tender 
  

   green, 
  less 
  dark 
  than 
  that 
  of 
  the 
  Scotch 
  

   fir, 
  present 
  a 
  contrast 
  against 
  which 
  the 
  

   maples 
  glow 
  all 
  the 
  more 
  vivid. 
  

  

  The 
  loveliest 
  hues 
  of 
  English 
  wood- 
  

   lands 
  in 
  May, 
  such 
  as 
  one 
  sees 
  there 
  in 
  

   the 
  valleys 
  of 
  the 
  Wye, 
  hues 
  more 
  deli- 
  

   cate 
  than 
  those 
  of 
  autumn, 
  make 
  no 
  such 
  

   impressions 
  of 
  Nature's 
  resources 
  as 
  do 
  

  

  