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The crowds of visitors of the colossal piles , plunder nothing but a few perishing flowers , withered grasses , or mineral fragments : they leave to every new climber , the severe labors of ascending , the sublime views from the summits ...
The crowds of visitors of the colossal piles , plunder nothing but a few perishing flowers , withered grasses , or mineral fragments : they leave to every new climber , the severe labors of ascending , the sublime views from the summits ...
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Rich dyes were on the leaves , crimson and yellow , purple and gold : The Maples dressed in deep red , looked like warriors sprinkled with blood ; and as the drapery , so peculiar to our seasons and climate , spread along the bills ...
Rich dyes were on the leaves , crimson and yellow , purple and gold : The Maples dressed in deep red , looked like warriors sprinkled with blood ; and as the drapery , so peculiar to our seasons and climate , spread along the bills ...
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Leaving , with regret , the smooth and level road along the intervale of the Androscoggin , we turned westward into the forest , and pursued our journey through highways hollowed out from the woods , and carried over the little streams ...
Leaving , with regret , the smooth and level road along the intervale of the Androscoggin , we turned westward into the forest , and pursued our journey through highways hollowed out from the woods , and carried over the little streams ...
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Not a breath of air stirred among the leaves . The dense foliage shut out the views above , below , and around . Six hours of severe labor had brought us about five miles upon our way , when the shades of evening carne silently and ...
Not a breath of air stirred among the leaves . The dense foliage shut out the views above , below , and around . Six hours of severe labor had brought us about five miles upon our way , when the shades of evening carne silently and ...
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The division was to enter the trenches about ten o'clock , in what is called light marching order ; that is , leaving their knapsacks , blankets , & c . behind , and carrying with them only their arms and ammunition ; and their forlorn ...
The division was to enter the trenches about ten o'clock , in what is called light marching order ; that is , leaving their knapsacks , blankets , & c . behind , and carrying with them only their arms and ammunition ; and their forlorn ...
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