Chapter 31: the Workman's Paradise.
, in which St. Johnsbury
nestles, is a New England
State, which in its origin and population had very little to do with Old England.
The names are French
is derived from the Green Mountain
of our idiom; St. Johnsbury
from Monsieur St. Jean de Crevecoeur
, once a fussy little French consul in New York.
Eye of man has seldom rested on natural loveliness more perfect than the scenery amidst which St. Johnsbury
On passing White River Junction
, a spot which recalls a favourite nook in the Neckar valley
, we push into a gorge of singular beauty; a reach of the Connecticut River
, lying under high and wooded hills, of various form and more than metallic brightness.
Oak and chestnut, pine and maple, clothe the slopes.
houses lie about you; some in secret places, utterly alone