. Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston & Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England . but the excursion deserves a Aveek at the least. Istarted about seven in the morning, with strong indications of rain inthe air. The first four or five miles of the road led through the 223 meadow-lands jou see out there towards Moat mountain, after whichit passed into shady woods, very cool and still,— no noise save now andthen the call of a hermit thrush, and a running fire of comments fromsquirrels that followed us on the walls and fences. At last we
. Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston & Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England . but the excursion deserves a Aveek at the least. Istarted about seven in the morning, with strong indications of rain inthe air. The first four or five miles of the road led through the 223 meadow-lands jou see out there towards Moat mountain, after whichit passed into shady woods, very cool and still,— no noise save now andthen the call of a hermit thrush, and a running fire of comments fromsquirrels that followed us on the walls and fences. At last we camesuddenly upon the Swift river, rushing over countless bowlders andmaking a tremendous racket. No more lonesomeness after that! Is its whole course like that? Pretty much; and how refreshing is the sound of rushing water,on a hot dsiv, as this had turned out to be! It is a drink, by proxy, soto speak. How was the road? Excellent,— and the little mare measured the ground so rapidlythat she soon took us to Eagle ledge, ten miles from here and about sixfrom Conway,— a frowning wall of jagged rock fully as high as old >^-%^-!^*. A GLIMPSE OF WHITE FACE. White Horse over reaching it the road windsaround the southern promontory of - , I Moat mountain, where the woods were full of berrj-pickers, and openings among the trees would give new and some-times verj odd views of familiar mountains or enchanting bits ofmeadow. After that it was a constant succession of cliffs, sugar-orchards, and farm-houses in a state of chronic decay. More pleasing to you, as an artist I suggest, than to you oranyone else, as an owner. Decidedly. As a general rule a house that is picturesque is moreor less ruinous. Presently, to go on with my narrative, a louder roarof water warned us of our approach to the falls of Swift river. Theydidnt amount to much, but in the seasons of freshets must be magnifi-cent. There was a deep, narrow cleft in the rock through which thewater was pouring, an
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