A spy Bay 
green, with rainbow colours in the mist-filled 
openings between them, — mountains that rose 
from the level plain, like vast and lovely 
spirits. 
As Smoky excels in magnitude the moun- 
tains of Englishtown, so do the mountains of 
Aspy Bay excel Smoky, yet they are beautiful 
rather than grand. More than one lovely 
slope was painted with prismatic colours, the 
varying shades of red rock being blended with 
exquisite tones of green, yellow, and blue, 
while seaward a warm rose tint, a sweet alpine 
glow, lay along some of the slopes. 
The valley was in a state of high cultivation, 
and hidden behind clumps of trees were the 
scattered farmhouses. Evidently peace and 
plenty reigned here, a lovely oasis in a great 
wilderness. The houses were roomy and well 
built, and everything about them betokened 
prosperity. We stopped on the bridge that 
crossed the river, surprised and pleased, and 
looked and looked again. 
Mountains and valley were before us, while 
off to the right shone the blue bay from which 
the place gets its name. It was as usual toward 
night as we thus drew near our stopping-place, 
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