Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

So abundant and novel are the objects of interest in a pure wilderness that unless you are pursuing special studies it matters little where you go, or how often to the same place. Wherever you chance to be always seems at the moment of all places the best; and you feel that there can be no happiness in this world or in any other for those who may not be happy there.

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

In this silent, serene wilderness the weary can gain a heart-bath in perfect peace.

Nature had gathered her choicest treasures , to draw her lovers into close and confiding communion with her

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.