. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. ^s::^: - green verdure ; into, and soon out of, the little mountain basin overwhich the clumsy crest of Mount Crawford peers—a perpetual monu-ment to the old patriarch of the district, Avho kept, for years, a smallinn for travellers in this secluded bowl, and drove a team, four inhand, to the Crawford House, when he was over eighty ; and sixmiles further on, until two mountain lines shoot across each other,and, by a sudden turn of the road, open, and allow us to ride intothe pass, Avhere the abnip. momit:iin breaks,And seems with its acc
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. ^s::^: - green verdure ; into, and soon out of, the little mountain basin overwhich the clumsy crest of Mount Crawford peers—a perpetual monu-ment to the old patriarch of the district, Avho kept, for years, a smallinn for travellers in this secluded bowl, and drove a team, four inhand, to the Crawford House, when he was over eighty ; and sixmiles further on, until two mountain lines shoot across each other,and, by a sudden turn of the road, open, and allow us to ride intothe pass, Avhere the abnip. momit:iin breaks,And seems with its accumulated cragsTo overhang the world;— thus we are swept on, and find that no two miles of the ride arernonotonous, and that each hour introduces us to scenery of fresb THE FOUR ^ 15 character and charm. After the Crawford House is reached throughthe upper gateway of The Notch, where there is just room, underthe decaying crags that face each other, for the Httle mill-stream ofthe Saco and the road; after Mount Willard has been ascended, and. Washington scaled, and the whole mountain visit is finished, we mayremember our first slight of The Notch, and the subsequent expe-rience, in the lan:ua2;e of Whittier :— We lirtd checked our steedsSilent with wonder, where tlie mountain wallIs piled to heaven; and through tlie narrow riftOf the vast rocks, against whose rugged feetBeats the mad torrent with perpetual roar,Where noonday is as twilight, and the windComes burdened with the everlasting moanOf forests and of far-off had looked upward where the summer skyTasselled with clouds, light-woven by the sun. -J- 16 THE WHITE Sprung its blue arch above the abutting ciaj^, Oer-ro(jfing the vast portal of the land Beyond the wall of mountains. We had passed The high source of the Saco; and, bewildered In the dwarf spruce-belts of the Crystal Hills, Had heard above us, like a voice in the cloud, Ilie horn of Fabyaii sounding; ami atup Of old Agioochook had
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