Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1870-11-10

and Canada, can be taken in at glance
of the naked eye, while with the glass,
lakes, rivers, woods, villages and houses
are seen scattered as if sown broadcast
over the vast field before you. To the
| northwest the Adirondacks, and to the
northeast the White Mountains, are seen
looming up in solemn grandeur
against the sky, while midway between
Mount Mansfield is seen pricking up
sharply against the sky, like some tall
steeple Far away to the southeast, where
the hills seem to fade away, right there
away lies the Atlantic ocean, and you
peer through the glass almost expecting to
catch glimpse of the sheen of its waves
as they come rolling in from the sea
Shrewsbury and Pico peaks, which, seen
from Rutland village, seem to vie in alti-
tude with Killington, are here seen to be
at least 1000 feet below the latter. The
hills seem to be toned down into gentle,
undulating swells Of land, and the dis
tances seem 10 be wonderfully contracted.
The road from Rutland to Castleton seems
like mere garden walk, over which q
child might trundle ifs tiny carriage with
out fatigue.
No pen can give any adequate desorip-
ton of the grand panoramic view spread
out in ali its beauty before the beholder,
No painters pencil can paint its ever
changing scenes of light and shade, of
roughness and softness, or it's endless va
riety. 1t must be seen to be enjoyed or
appreciated. Among our party were a
Rev. D. d, who was Graded under the
shadows of Mount Washington, and who
had often climbed to its top; had stood on
the seven hills that overlook the Vatican
had seen the sun go down behind the
mountains round about jerusalem" and
heard the weird notes of the pibroch echo
ing in the highlands of his fatherland,
and he declared the view from Killington
unsurpassed in beauty and variety. Just
before sunset great jagged masses of thun-
der clouds came up all along the western
horizon, and when the sun sank down be-
hind these olouds, it seemed to set the
whole Are, aud one of the most
beautiful sunset scenes c4mo on that l
ever witnessed.
Imagine, ii you can, a sunset scene of
an hundred miles in extent, with the
clouds lit up in front Wi all the color
ing Of FURNISHED gold, with their upper or
outer edges fringed with molten silver,
and then as the rays of light went slant
ing off on either hand, see them lose their
brillianoy in the deep dark dun Of the
more distant clouds.
When night set in the darkness filed
the valliss first, and then began to creep
up over the hill tops just like a flood Of
water. On and on it came up and up the
sides Of the mouut4in till the view was
shut out and al was one vast sea of dark
ness.
We made a rude cabin for the night, a
primitive aft sir indeed, both in c1n-trno-
tion and materials Some polls were
leaned against the face Of an upright
rock, some evergreen branches thrown on
top for a roof, and smaller branches in
side for bed, and never Was bed of
elder down more inviting to Our weary
limbs. But neither our fragrant couch,
nor the tolls IF the march up the noun.
taio, nor the stars that blinked ia through
the roof of our rude tent could WOO me to
sleep. l gave it up at last and W 1t out
to the top, and there on that dizzy height
at midnight l stood and Looked upon a
scene the most grand and sublime [ ever
beheld. I stood above the clUud4 above
the storm that was raging below, while
the stars were shining clear and bright
above mo, and by some strange illusion
they seemed to be wonderfully near,
while all around below WAS a vast ocean
of darkness, save only when the lightning
that orinkled across the rocks at MY foet,
and flashing down the sides of the noun
tain, opening deep gorges and yawning
chasms, bustling with tree tops, then
shutting, made all darker, blacker than
before. And almost constantly the
thunder rolled and tumbled around the
sides of the old mountain, making it
tremble as if shaken by an eartl quake
This is no fancy sketch, no picture of the
Imagination, but fact. Who could look
upon a scene so imposing and grand, and
not feel emotions yelling up from his in
most soul roo big for utterance. Was not
this Natures voice. This her anthem
which in language Of her own she was
chanting in homage and in alteration to
her maker God. Within the sound of
NiaQara's thunder people have teen born,
lived to old age, and died without ever
seeing that wonder which Others have
crossed the ocean to soe
Few of the thousands who live within
sight of Kilipgton peak have ever been
to its summit.
Going sometime. Aye sometime. Lovers
of all that is beautiful, grand and sub
lime in nature, would you like feast of
the soul go to Killington Peak, would
you feast your eyes on her hardiwork
that they may never ache again, 20 to
Killington. Go before it will be said:
'Rlng the bell softly there's Grape on the door,"
'RiDg the bell softly there's Grape on he door :"
J. G. C.
SOCIAL DANCE Mr. S. 7. Sohofeld,
proprietor of the Otter Creek Hotel, of
Pittsford, will give Social Dance on the
evening of Thursday, November 10th.
The music will be furnished by the Rut-
land Quadrille Band.
ToDD's.-There will be an Old and
Young Folks Oyster Supper and Dance
OF Tcd13s HotaJ in Nutt;nysv;lIe nv, We'd