. Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston & Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England . the sur-face, like arabesques on polished steel. The water is perfectly trans-parent and without a ripple. Indeed, the breezes playing around thesummit or humming in the tree-tops, seem forbidden to enter thishaunt of the Dryads. The lake laps the yellow strand with a light,fluttering movement. The place seems dedicated to Silence itself. To destroy tliis illusion a man came out of a booth and touched ofla small cannon. The effect was like knocking at h
. Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston & Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England . the sur-face, like arabesques on polished steel. The water is perfectly trans-parent and without a ripple. Indeed, the breezes playing around thesummit or humming in the tree-tops, seem forbidden to enter thishaunt of the Dryads. The lake laps the yellow strand with a light,fluttering movement. The place seems dedicated to Silence itself. To destroy tliis illusion a man came out of a booth and touched ofla small cannon. The effect was like knocking at half-a-dozen doors atonce. And the silence whicli followed seemed all the deeper. Thenthe aged rock was pelted with questions, and made to jeer, laugh. I 221 menace and curse by turns, or all at once. How grandly it bore allthese petty insolences! How presumptious in us thus to cover itshoary front with obloquy! We could never get the last word. We didnot even come off in triumph. How ironically the mountain repeated,Who are you? and AVhat am I? With what energy it at lastvociferated Go to the devil! To the Devils Den we accordingly ONE OF NORTH CONWAYS CASCADES. This abode of supposed evil is a cavern among fallen fragments,underneath the Cathedral, reminding one of Herberts remark, Nosooner is a temple built to God but the devil builds a chapel hard far beyond, a gay torrent comes tumbling down the side of Moat,and hurls itself over the ledge into a series of deeply-rounded basins,called Dianas Baths,—a proof that this is a good sporting region, elsewhy should Diana and her hounds have come here? A plain pathstrikes up to the top of the ledges, whence you survey all the lovelinessof the valley and its eastern wall. The next morning, Baily and I hired saddle-horses and toolv a longride, lirst to Humphrej^s ledge, and then around toward we came back, we found that Prue, instead of gossiping on theporch all day, or playing lawn-tennis on Sunset bluftV h
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