ees-fuel for fire, planking for homestead, mast and spar for ship.
But she has beauties of her own, the like of which we English only see in dreams.
A ridge of apennines bulges across the country, separating the fertile Shenandoah valley on the east from the enchanting Winchester valley on the west.
These apennines are called tapennines are called the Blue Ridge, from the purple tinge which, in the twilight after sunset, deepens into blue, as dark as that of either Syrian sea or Grecian sky. Virginia's sun is bright, and in his brightness constant through the year.
Fogs are unknown, mists seldom seen.
This wealth of sunlight in the sky sheds wealth of colour on the landscapall the burning colours of the forest mingling in one common flame.
The glory of the falling year is nowhere to be seen in such perfection as in these Virginian Apennines.
Drop into this garden-you feel at home.
This orchard is an English orchard; apples, pears, peaches, plums are all English fruit.
Here is a potato-ridge; y