July-August 1899, Harriman Expedition to Alaska, Part III Image 15
Dorothea [&] [ ] Is it not a [wet] pity that in all this salt water theres nothing for me save buffets of brine & downright tough [losses] & crosses & blue [miserae] [Armed] [big] vines from morn till dark I’m [now] as [ ] as [any] lark [ ] [as] [they] Canto [th] 2nd – Slabsides. Aug...
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| Summary: | Dorothea [&] [ ] Is it not a [wet] pity that in all this salt water theres nothing for me save buffets of brine & downright tough [losses] & crosses & blue [miserae] [Armed] [big] vines from morn till dark I’m [now] as [ ] as [any] lark [ ] [as] [they] Canto [th] 2nd – Slabsides. Aug[August] 10. Home again from Arctic climes jingle jangled merry chimes. Among my birds & trees & vines I backward gaze [oer] sea & land with [ ] & [love] to glorious wild [ ] Alaska land. Its vast unbounded nightless days were filled with joyous natures praise & [ ] & seas & hills above [rejoice] [the] [warm] in heavenly light & love. Beneath as pure & radiant skies as [ever] were spread ovr paradise [Its] mtns[mountains] robed in snow & ice [Shown] bright & [pure] as paradise [ ] [ ] Then sculptured [domes] & [peaks] & towers [wristed] with purple mist over [range] & trees & flowers [in purply] ranges [far] [beyond] [time] Seemed Boundless endless sublime heavenly rhyme Purple tundras [far] extending [Summit] with the glowing [leaves] blending Endless waters Endless woods Endless gardens Endless floods [Silvered] [icy] [fiords] & balmy air wearing beauty [heaven] everywhere. A brand new heaven & brand new earth Every day we saw their birth When all is beauty All is love from earth below to heaven above. Enchanted throbbing praising glowing All the show in one flood flowing I scarce can make my memory bring From out the whole one separated thing Unless [perhaps] unless it be that glorious radiant Bering Sea The brightest mirror of the North Reflecting every beauty forth & had not Harrimans & Muir insisted [ ] faithless sinner [woes me I fear] I [should] have missed it. The brightest mirror all the Northland reflecting God & all His love band its [leagues] & miles of purple dulses that thrill[ed] & tingled all my pulses It’s gentle [waves] & breezes mild that [rocked] & [fanned] me like a child ... |
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