White Sulphur papers; or, Life at the springs of Western Virginia

WARM SPRING MOUNTAIN. 15
some new scene at every turn. The road on one
hand was studded with lofty trees, overlooking the
precipices below, w^hilst copsewood and numerous
masses of ill-shapen stone on the other hung over
our heads, threatening to stop our progress at every
moment. The dew was still upon the green leaves,
and we inhaled the freshness of the abundant and
luxuriant wild flow^ers blooming along our path.
Among our party, in advance of the rest, were
two foreigners; an English baronet from Bermuda,
and the Chevalier L , a resident minister in the
United States. The chevalier had been over the
hills of Tyrol, and among the dofrafiels of Norway,
and his heart expanded as he described to us the
similarity of the picturesque scenery we were now
traversing to the romantic beauties of the faderland.
We reached the point where the road crosses the
summit, called the mountain-pass, and paused awhile
to take a survey of the prospect we had left behind
us. A cool refreshing breeze sprang up to meet us,
and water from the hands of the old man at the
mountain hut gave us new life and vigor : we were
directed to a path which led to a higher eminence,
where the finest view it was supposed could be had
of the surrounding scenery.
We stood upon a rock, where a white flag was
waving. It overlooked every thing within range