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Havoc and ruin, and desolation, and encroachment, are
everywhere more or less obtruded; and it is difficult,
notwithstanding the naked loftiness of the pikes, and
the snow-capped summits of the mounts, to escape from
the depressing sensation, that the whole are in a rapid
process of dissolution; and, were it not that the
destructive agency must abate as the heights diminish,
would, in time to come, be levelled with the plains.
Nevertheless, I would relish to the utmost the
demonstrations of every species of power at work to effect
such changes.
From these general views let us descend a moment to detail.
A stranger to mountain imagery naturally on his first
arrival looks out for sublimity in every object that admits
of it; and is almost always disappointed. For this
disappointment there exists, I believe, no general
preventive; nor is it desirable that there should. But with
regard to one class of objects, there is a point in which
injurious expectations may be easily corrected. It is
generally supposed that waterfalls are scarcely worth being
looked at except after much rain, and that, the more swoln
the stream, the more fortunate the spectator; but this
however is true only of large cataracts with sublime
accompaniments; and not even of these without some
drawbacks. In other instances, what becomes, at such a time,
of that sense of refreshing coolness which can only be felt
in dry and sunny weather, when the rocks, herbs,
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