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In 1878 Ms. Kate Heath lyrically described her journey back from a day at Big Trees Grove.
“That ride down hill away
from the spot is one of the most beautiful I ever have taken. It is bordered
with a wealth of branching brake, wild oxalis, azalea and shaking fern,
creeping undergrowth and towering verdure. Hills upon hills disclose themselves
to view as the wheels whirl downward, each thick with its groves and groves of
redwood, and all covered with a mantle of milky haze which drops its trailing
fringes within the ravines that haunt the feet of the mountains. The complaint
of the dashing stream, the joy of the bird in its flight, the moan and shake of
the talking trees, the tremble of the sea that fills this silent yet voiceful
air, each carries its own sweet note to the heart, and whence they unite like a
sweeping chord descending and reascending the grand pipes of the organ loft,
and float up and down through the forest, and it becomes the diapason of the
wilderness.”
Source: “At a Watering Place – Our
Correspondent’s First Visit – Santa Cruz,” by Kate Heath, Sacramento Daily
Union, July 13, 1878.
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