. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. verlooks the Alpine House. Its height isprobably not far from twenty-five hundred feet. Two huge ledges ofbare and jagged rock, some two miles apart, that clamp it to thevalley, look like the carved paws of a colossal lion in repose. Overit the desolate crest soars like a bald eagles head and beak;so that it sits a monstrous griffin overlooking the village, and com-manding the sweep of the river for twenty miles. The ancientmythology pictures the griffin as the guardian of hidden treasures;and in this sense also the mountain admirably fu
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. verlooks the Alpine House. Its height isprobably not far from twenty-five hundred feet. Two huge ledges ofbare and jagged rock, some two miles apart, that clamp it to thevalley, look like the carved paws of a colossal lion in repose. Overit the desolate crest soars like a bald eagles head and beak;so that it sits a monstrous griffin overlooking the village, and com-manding the sweep of the river for twenty miles. The ancientmythology pictures the griffin as the guardian of hidden treasures;and in this sense also the mountain admirably fulfils the symbolismof its form. THE ANDROSCOGGIN VALLEY. •IQI I had beard frequently from some of the old settlers here that themountain was remarkable for bears, blueberries, and views, and de-sired to make the ascent of it last year; but no good opportunityaffered when a guide could go. The other day, an artist friend ofmine here was told that if we could get across the Androscoggin,about a mile above the Alpine_House, we should find a sled-path to. the summit, and could easily reach it in an hour and a half. Thisdetermined my friend and myself to start about ten in the hot fore-noon, with the hope of bringing back a memory full of beauty to a•rather late dinner. The paddling across the hurrying river by aOackwoods-Charon, in a boat of quite primitive structure,—being threepieces of rough pine board nailed together, with Uberal provision for 292 THE WHITE HILLS. leaks,—was deciededly intresting, especially for the picture it gave uaof Mount Moriah, rising directly from the cool and curving flood,that seems to bend out of its track to meet the stream which poursdown from those deep green dells. No excursion could have a morecharming commencement. On the other side of the Androscoggin, we found the hint of apath that led us to the first ledge ; but there all trace of it heat was torrid. Should we return ? We had taken no lun-cheon ; we were not sure of findin
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