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Dabney Herndon Maury Recollections of a Virginian in the Mexican… (1894)

The morning we first entered it, Baldy Smith and I rode together, and noted with delight how the morning sunshine touched the tops of those high cliffs, and bathed them in innumerable tints of crimson and violet and gold. We used to believe when we visited the Dusseldorf Gallery, and noted the landscapes hanging there, that such coloring was the invention of the painter; but no painter yet has ever equaled nature, and in the Wild Rose Pass she has spread her most beautiful colors.
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Dabney Herndon Maury Recollections of a Virginian in the Mexican… (1894)

Like ourselves, they went partly for the pleasure of the trip and partly to report as to the whereabouts of the Indians, but none of them came back to recite the incidents of the expedition; for they were surprised in their camp and all murdered by those Apaches.
I have never seen anything in America as the Wild Rose Pass, where for nearly twenty miles the bright Lympia finds its way along the base of the precipices, over one thousand feet high, or through lovely meadows which stretch away for miles over slopes dotted with patches of fine timber.
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Dabney Herndon Maury Recollections of a Virginian in the Mexican… (1894)

I remember once to have heard an artist of merit discussing this very question of the inadequacy of the painter's palette to reproduce the hues of nature. "People are prone," he said, "to criticize landscapes and say they are exaggerated in color, but if any one will try to reproduce a sunrise or a sunset he will realize the difficulty upon one small canvas the brilliant and beautiful tints which nature continually spreads out before us."
We rested well and long in that delightful camp upon the Lympia. I was the hunter of our mess, and was often tempted to stray too far from camp alone.
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