Cole Visits Crawford Notch
We now entered the Notch, and felt awestruck as we passed between the bare and rifted mountains, rising on either hand some two thousand feet above us. With the exception of a few curling round the airy pinnacles, the clouds had now dispersed and the sun shone down on a scene of wild grandeur. The sight of the Willey House, with its little patch of green in the gloomy desolation very naturally recalled to mind the horrors of the night when the whole family perished beneath an avalanche of rocks and earth. * * * It is impossible to give a true picture of this desolate and savage spot: we made some sketches, and proceeded up the gorge.