When they down the gorge descended,
Winding toward the Tennessee,
Branch and bough o’erhead were bending
And no landscape could they see,
And the labyrinthian footway
Led through forests dense and dark
And the air was sweetly laden
With the bruised birchen bark;
| A glimpse of the Craggies. | From top of Chimney Rock. |
| Graybeard Mountain. | Chimney Top. |
Hemlocks tall and swaying gently