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Identifier: newenglandmagazi1891bost (find matches)
Title: The New England magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: Boston : (New England Magazine Co.)
Contributing Library: Allen County Public Library Genealogy Center
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lights. 598 THE NATURAL BRIDGE OF VIRGINIA. The beauty of the structure is enhancedby the beauty of its surroundings. Thecaiion it spans is a gorge extending forsome miles to the east and west, in thebottom of which runs a considerablestream. The precipitous cliffs rise fromthree hundred to four hundred feet above.In some places these crags overhang theirown bases, and the creek washes againsttheir feet; near the Bridge they are bare,and clouded by the dripping of earth-stained water ; further up the stream they brawling stream, which is broken intosharp cascades or widens into still pools.Across it, the great trees lean, like Nar-cissus, to contemplate their shadows.There are several rare varieties of fernsand flowers, — among the former, thewalking-fern, (Caiiiptosonis rhizophxchis.)Some half mile from the bridge, the irre-gular opening of Saltpetre Cave appearsat the base of a great cliff. The creekis crossed by a rustic bridge, and the pathdrops into the dense shadow of Hemlock
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The Lexington Road. are softened by lichens and overhungwith creepers, and shadowed by gnarledand stunted arbor-vitse trees, which clinglike bats, by their heels, heads down.The path leads away from the Bridge andalong Cedar Creek through what is calledthe Glen. As one takes a last look back, onemight fancy that some portal in a giantsfortress had been opened wide, showingthe beautiful world that lay beyond. Inthe Glen, owing to the high and narrowwalls of the gorge, and the multitude oftrees, there is a sort of twilight, even atnoontide. One walks on beside the bright Grove. There, silence is, and green sun-shot dimness and a rich matting of thefine brown needles. Arbutus and laurel and rhododendron,wake-robin, blood-root, and hepaticabloom here in spring, and partridge-berryvines stray over the moss, brightening itwith white blossoms or scarlet fruit likedrops of blood. Sometimes the deepdrumming of a pheasant startles the unin-itiated, and sometimes the barking of ared fox. The pat

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