Excerpt from Between the Lines: A Story of the War But the trees were beautiful in their graceful shape and luxuriant foliage; the air was soft and still and cle'ar;'the sunshine warm and radiant, and the view from the piazza one that no man could look upon and forget. The Old house stood on the eastern slope of a range of heavily wooded heights. Eastward the woods and fields fell away almost abruptly for a hundred yards or so, and then, like the falda of the western Sierras, glided into almost imperceptible gradations as they joined the general contours of the, surface that stretched in alternate field and forest until bounded by the distant heights along the horizon.' All across this twenty-mile-wide valley the shadows of the silvery clouds were slowly sailing. Northward it narrowed. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.