The Bennington evening banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 19??-1961, 1913-08-22
The Hills of Vermont.

That New England is natural
pleasure resort no enc can doubt For
ihose who like the seashore the At
iantic coast offers a variety OF at
fractions. For those who prefer the
country, almost any interior spot al
lures, and for those who find their
greatest pleasure in the hills and
mountains, in the brooks, rivers, and
lakes, there il Vermont. Vermont is
the Switzerland OF America. And
what are the attractions OF the hills
and mountains? Why should they
charm the tired city-dweller as they
answer this question when such
good one is at hand from The Spring
field Republican Read the follow
ing. /, is not paid advertisement
of Vermont, but IL is unconscious
publicity OF the most valuable kind.
The Republican pays its tribute to
the hills in the following charming
language, and all through It is the
word Vermont for these who are aD.e
% read between the lines.
1T is on the hills that the first
pleasures and joys of the good old
GUNNER time, are to be had, and city
dwellers are taking possession of
these boons more and more, until the
temporary population of the old hill
towns is working transformation
there. For on the heights the free
air redeems the heats. tempering the
blaze of the solar furnace which
riots in the valleys. The days are
gorgeous with hat blaze. and blessed
with The swift breeZes. whose viAol
brcathes through The midst of heat
out OF the eater came forth meat
and cut OF the strong came forth
sweetness. may be said metaphor
cally Of summer in the lifted country
side. far above the. smokes and va
pCrs and hurry burly of the hives of
men. The psalmist well sang ! will
look unto the hills, for thence cometh
nay help, And IL is such little al
titude, after all. He who sails in a
balloon or aviates in a biplane sees
the earth all one for height, the hills
fattened out or at best no more ele-
waited than the ridges of an orange
in the hands. Perhaps this is a par
the distance of the emancipated
spirit will largely lose their eminence
and significance. Things of the dust
they belong to the dust. yet their re-
suits are vast.
The hills are more marvellous
than the days on the hills Even as
the sunse. and twilight. the mid
night and ,he dawn. are more and
moro remote from the workaday
world, SO are the thoughts of man
az they occupy SOLITUDE. As the sun
sinks below the horizon in majesty,
and the deer sniff the evening dews,
and the moths and bats replace the
butterflies and birde, then maglcaily
the whole scene changes. On many
q day this summer the sun sets in a
gray cloud. and over against it, last
level rays through rift OF orange
aud saffron sky rises slowly the
neon, southing a bit. and the flrS
drift of the dissipating cloud as it
moves eastward takes on color
tawny and smoky and viole .-rimmod
around the bright disk. The evening
star in silver splendor. calm as fate
NhSAc 10 univ avn ilS lay lAODl nlEH-
er in the vault. The peace Of i'm.
measurable silence rests on the far
stretching mountain scene. The
shadows darken and estrange the for
ests; the haze of the days heat lies
in the labyrinthine valleys at once
revealing and obscuring them. over
the hot dry field the fireuies fit. and
the night-hawk, noiseless as a dream
flashes its white-barred wings as il
pursues its inject prey. All the
birds have ceased to sing; last of all.
the wood-thrush from the deep for
est closes his vespers and is still
But yes the cuckoo i'm the thicket.
nownear. now far. may cry wander
ing, and presently the whippoorwill
will make his insistent demand for a
while. and then remain quiet for n
Few hours. until he preludes the
dawn with a new hunt for morning
moths. But these are not songs.
they are voices OF the mystery"