1802. W. Taylor, in Robberds, Mem. I. 413. I never could understand the merit of a mountain prospect: the eye walks on broken flints; the paths are too steep to ascend or descend; the rills too fally to float a canoe; the hills too rugged for the plough; where there might be a pasture, glares a lake; cottages can be staked there, not a city.
