My Country
A rugged coast lined with bare rock forms with which the restless sea disputes their right to stand, sparkling trout streams, and broad rivers over whose valley clouds form "castles in the air." There are some unusual scenes, taken from mountain heights, looking down upon seas of fog which beat in rolling billows against the mountain islands in their midst. There is the scene of the flaming forest, before which we read, "My Country is always' spectacular." followed as it is by bare, deadened trees and smoke-filled valleys.
