"For, the mountain being cloven asunder, she presents to the eye,

through the cleft, a small catch of smooth blue horizon, at an

infinite distance in the plain country, inviting you, as it were,

from the riot and tumult roaring around, to pass through the breach,

and participate of the calm below."--Jefferson's Notes on Virginia.

"Save the plaintive song of the whip-poor-will."

That the Indian mind and language are not devoid of poetry,

the names they have given to this bird (the whip-poor-will)