Toward the sunrise, being sketches of travel in Europe and the East, to which is added a Memorial sketch of the RevWilliam Morley Punshon . ear crystal water, whilethe long unbroken mountain walls on either side, theirridges and precipices, draped in that marvellous color-ing, that richness of tinting so peculiar to theselocalities, green and blue, pink and white, crimson andpurple, blending in magical beauty, gave to the entirelandscape an appearance striking and unique beyonddescription. I was reminded of the scenery of theGreat Salt Lake in Utah, where the vapory goldof the atmosphere as it
Toward the sunrise, being sketches of travel in Europe and the East, to which is added a Memorial sketch of the RevWilliam Morley Punshon . ear crystal water, whilethe long unbroken mountain walls on either side, theirridges and precipices, draped in that marvellous color-ing, that richness of tinting so peculiar to theselocalities, green and blue, pink and white, crimson andpurple, blending in magical beauty, gave to the entirelandscape an appearance striking and unique beyonddescription. I was reminded of the scenery of theGreat Salt Lake in Utah, where the vapory goldof the atmosphere as it floats over the valley in alanguid dream, contrasts beautifully with the cloud-less azure of the sky, the intense blue of sea and therosy surfaces of the encircling hills. We rode another hour over the hot, bare plain, withits white sulphurous crust, before we reached the Fordsof the Jordan. The heat was intense ; our body wassmarting from the bath as if it had been rubbed withcaustic; our lips were parched with thirst, and wetoiled painfully along, every step of the horse breakingthrough the nitrous crust of soft bare soil, and now. aeio>-i H m O >? a Sketches of Travel. 281 and then plunging knee-deep into a morass, overgrownwith reeds and rushes. A few stunted trees, theirleaves crusted with salt, are seen, among them theosliev or apple of Sodom, that fruit— Which growsITear that bituminous lake where Sodom sto^d. I had no relish to examine that deceitful fruit,which plucked, tui-ns to ashes in the hand. A thicketof poplars, willows, and sycamores hid the sacredstream from our view. But soon we got a glimpseof Jordan, and leaping from our horse westood on the banks of that river so sacred withhistorical associations. What a muddy little, tur-bulent, treacherous torrent, and how it runs,whirling and eddying along between its steep banksthat are scarcely one hundred feet apart. But for itsassociations it would be one of the most uninterestinirstreams. But our halting
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