Toward Cape Breton 
with the dark evergreens. The way grew 
wilder, and we had the exhilarating feeling that 
at last we were getting away from the beaten 
track of the tourist. 
Great beds of tilted and folded rock strata 
rose above the train ; all sorts of geological 
formations thrust themselves into our notice. 
The rocks here are not concealed and covered 
jealously from the inquisitive eye, as they are 
on most of the surface of the earth, but they 
stand forth to be looked at. 
Even in the swift passing of the train we 
saw enough to make us bow before the mighty 
forces of fire and ice that so wonderfully had 
rolled up the rocks like scrolls to be read, bent 
the strata of stone as though they had been 
of parchment, and opened the secret places, 
scooping out valleys here and burying moun- 
tains there. 
Then about us the hills rose, — hills of stone, 
also the work of the colossal forces that yet 
slumber in the heart of the earth. Time had 
covered these hills with soil and verdure, how- 
ever; and they stood above and about one 
another in fine groupings, their noble slopes 
exquisitely coloured with golden-rod and pearly 
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