unhistoried

The freshness of the golden morning, the drowsy summer sounds, the deep vistas of the woods, -- not an outline changed since unhistoried races had possessed them, -- the glimpses of mountain and redwood forests beyond, the embracing solitude, laid somnolent fingers on the scars of her inner life, letting free the sweet troubled thoughts of a girl, carried her back to the days when she had dreamed of caballeros serenading beneath her casement.

The Californians Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton 1902