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Title: Pictures of an inland sea
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Lambourne, Alfred
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Publisher: (Salt Lake City) : The Deseret News, Publishers
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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of the 95 THE INLAND SEA so-called Indian Summer, and those days ofNovember when,— the far mountains wax a little hoary, And clap a white cap on their mantles blue It is to the season, as is the mildness of thetwilight hour. Had J. B. Pyne, the old Englishlandscape painter and theorist, been here inSeptember, he could have seen around him, ongigantic scale, his five triangled star. Herewas an exemplification of his scheme of rela-tionship, opposition, and subordination ofcolor. The full chromatic scale was given.There were the grouped triads of primaries,secondaries, tertiaries and quadrates. Thewhole scene glowed, though subdued withdistance. Among the foliage, all the hues hadcome, excepting, of course, the blue, and thatwas supplied by the deeps of the sky. Therewere the red, the yellow, the blue; there, also,the orange, the green and the purple, andthese were shot through, in natures warp,with the citrines, the russets and olives.From this spot, I watched the spring climbing 96
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THE INLAND SEA the heights, and now I have seen the autumncome, as it were, from above. The season ismuch more advanced, of course, upon themountain tops, than it is upon this, or theother low-lying islands. One peculiarity ofmy position here, was to find myself within acircle of changing colors, to see the wholedistant landscape smolder with undertones,and here and there the ruddy flames burstforth. To see the foliage turn its hue in anhour, and to watch the circle of frost-madecolors ever expanding downward and around,kindling now the chaparral on some highesthill top, and then another; crowding throughthe canons, those ways of the hills, until itinvaded the lower valleys and paused at thewaters edge. Contrasted with the foothills of the Alle-ghany, or even with the seaward slopes ofthe Sierra Nevada, how barren are theseinterior bench-lands! I miss the huge oldbeech trees of the east; the hemlocks andthe tamarack, or, in lieu of these, the live 13 97 THE INLAND SEA oaks that fret w

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