in Thoreau’s Journal:
The clouds have lifted in the NW and I see the mts in sunshine, all the more attractive from the cold I feel here––with a tinge of purple on them––a cold but memorable and glorious outline. This is an advantage of mts in the horizon––they show you the fair weather from the midst of foul. The small red sol. seal berries spot the ground here & there amid the dry leaves––The witch hazel is bare of all but flowers.
Many a man––when I tell him that I have been on to a mt asks if I took a glass with me. No doubt, I could have seen further with a glass and particular objects more distinctly—could have counted more meeting-houses; but this has nothing to do with the peculiar beauty & grandeur of the view which an elevated position affords. It was not to see a few particular objects as if they were near at hand as I had been accustomed to see them, that I ascended the mt—but to see an infinite variety far & near in their relation to each other thus reduced to a single picture.