. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. the cone towers sheer out of the Gulf of Mexico, and every rod ofthe bridle-path is visible, from the Ledge to the Summit the peak of Adams one can see as much as from the top ofWashington, except the small segment of the circle which the dome 49 3(36 THE WHITE HILLS. of Washington itself conceals. But tliis loss is far more than madeup by having Mount Washington thus in the picture. Gaining thecrest of the stout and square-shouldered Jefferson, our route ran nextover the dromedary humps of Mount Clay, and up the long andtedio
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. the cone towers sheer out of the Gulf of Mexico, and every rod ofthe bridle-path is visible, from the Ledge to the Summit the peak of Adams one can see as much as from the top ofWashington, except the small segment of the circle which the dome 49 3(36 THE WHITE HILLS. of Washington itself conceals. But tliis loss is far more than madeup by having Mount Washington thus in the picture. Gaining thecrest of the stout and square-shouldered Jefferson, our route ran nextover the dromedary humps of Mount Clay, and up the long andtedious slope of Mount Washington to the Tip-Top House. Wereached it at seven oclock, pretty thoroughly tired, but not so ex-hausted that we could not enjoy the marvellous water-views whichthe setting sun kindled for us on the southeast,—Lovells Pond, Se-bago Lake, Ossipee, Winnipiseogee, and beyond them the silver seaplainly (iut by the line of the Maine shore,—the first time 1 had everclearly seen it from the summit. It was something to be truly grate
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