The Argosy — page 394: what you’re looking at

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In the Black Forest. 373 bounded by low, undulating, wooded hills. All this narrowed and disappeared at the entrance to the Hollenthal, by many considered, it has already been remarked, one of the finest valleys in the Schwarzwald. The beginning of the valley is called Himmelreich, or “ Kingdom of Heaven,” chiefly, I believe, from the height of the mountains, their fertility and beauty, and an absence of the wild grandeur which distinguishes the valley as you get further into it. Then the moun- tains contracted and closed in. Bare, frowning, perpendicular rocks obstructed our progress. Again, wooded heights succeeded the rocks, PRD re “if Ss By Ws ve We antacteaN yy ne if Nee ’ ff Al { yan Z| NMS ‘i \ eh ie ye 7) HOLLENTHAL. and the valley was clothed with trees that whispered, and ferns and wild flowers that lined the river banks. But the really most sublime part was on reaching the Hollen- pass, where the mountains closed in so nearly that they over- shadowed the road and steeped it in a gloom at once grand and impressive. To this no doubt the valley owes its name, awful of sound in its English translation, ordinary and matter-of-course enough in the original. For about half an hour we were travelling through a wild, magnificent ravine, to which was added the rushing of the little River Holle. Every now and then we almost lost view of the sky, and under cover of overhanging rocks, might have been entering portals leading to unknown depths. All this terminated in a point, where the rocks, overgrown with pines and underwood on the one side, bare and precipitous on the other, rose to a considerable CONMICLOOOKS. ©