It seems to grow before you, and has indeed but just emerged from the thickets of oak and wild-roses.

A few steps will take you into the thickets, and certainly I never saw so many wild-roses, or of so beautiful a red.

Of such a color were the first red ones the world ever saw, when, says the legend, Venus flying to the assistance of Adonis, the rose-bushes kept catching her to make her stay, and the drops of blood the thorns drew from her feet, as she tore herself a way, fell on the white roses, and turned them this beautiful red.
One day, walking along the river's bank in search of a waterfall to be seen from one ravine, we heard tones from a band of music, and saw a gay troop shooting at a mark, on the opposite bank.

Between every shot the band played; the effect was very pretty.
On this walk we found two of the oldest and most gnarled hemlocks that ever afforded study for a painter.

They were the only ones we saw; they seemed the veterans of a former race.
At Milwaukie, as at Chicago, are many pleasant people, drawn together from all parts of the world.