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Title: A tour through the Pyrenees
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: Taine, Hippolyte, 1828-1893 Fiske, John Safford, 1838-1907, (from old catalog) tr Dore, Gustave, 1832-1883, (from old catalog) illus
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Publisher: New York, H. Holt and company
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averns. Meanwhile on twosides the mountain lifts its reddish wall, streakedwith foam by the streamlets that wind down overthe surface. Over all the flanks of the island thecascades rumble like thunder; twenty ravines, oneabove another, engulf them in their chasms, andtheir roar comes from all sides like the din of a bat-tle. A mist flashes back and floats above all thisstorm; it hangs among the trees and opposes itsfine cool o-auze to the burning- of the sun. III. In clear weather I have often climbed the moun-tain before sunrise. During the night, the mist ofthe Gave, accumulated in the gorges, has filledthem to overflowing ; under foot there is a sea ofclouds, and overhead a dome of tender blue radiantwith morning splendor; everything else has dis-appeared ; nothing is to be seen but the luminou!^azure of heaven and the dazzling satin of theclouds ; nature wears her vesture of purity. Theeye glides with pleasure over the softly roundedforms of the aerial mass. In its bosom the black
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Chap. III. SAINT-SAUVEUR.—BAREGES. ■ ^IZ crests stand forth like promontories ; the mountaintops that it bathes rise Hke an archipelago ofrocks; it buries itself in the jagged gulfs, andwaves slowly around the peaks that it gains. Theharshness of the bald crests heightens the graceof its ravishing whiteness. But it evaporates as itrises; already the landscapes of the depths appearunder a transparent twilight ; the middle of thevalley discovers itself. There remains of thefloating sea only a white girdle, which trails alongthe declivities; it becomes torn, and the shredshang for a moment to the tops of the trees ; thelast tufts take flight, and the Gave, struck by thesun o-litters around the mountain like a necklaceof diamonds. IV. Paul and I have gone to Bareges; the road is acontinual ascent for two leagues. An alley of trees stretches between a brook andthe Gave. The water leaps from every height; hereand there a crowd of htde mills is perched overthe cascades; the declivities a

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