. Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston & Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England . southward; of the Pilot range andAndroscoggin country; and of the Percy peaks, with other isolated butshapely hills in the more open country northward. Starr King de-clared himself unable to conceive of any combination of naturalscenery more pleasing, more refreshing or soul-inspiring than themingled harmony of the rich and varied landscape which greets theeye from Lunenburg Heights. Prom Lancaster, the railroad runs northward to a junction with theGran
. Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston & Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England . southward; of the Pilot range andAndroscoggin country; and of the Percy peaks, with other isolated butshapely hills in the more open country northward. Starr King de-clared himself unable to conceive of any combination of naturalscenery more pleasing, more refreshing or soul-inspiring than themingled harmony of the rich and varied landscape which greets theeye from Lunenburg Heights. Prom Lancaster, the railroad runs northward to a junction with theGrand Trunk, at Groveton. From Groveton it is only a few miles downthrough the picturesque, view-famous river-villages and lumber-sawingcommunities of Milan and Berlin Falls, to Gorham, and this somewhatroundabout way is one of the regular avenues of passage between theeastern and western sides of the mountain country. Or, from Grovetonyou can go northward a dozen miles to Stratford, and then, by the dailystage via Colebrook, reach the Dixville notch and cross through it toUmbagog lake and Magalloway river, as explained in chapter XIII. 198. CHAPTEK XXI. Through the (Srawford Iotch. Shaggy and wildWith mossy trees and pinnacles of flint,And many a hanging crag.—Bryant. i^E WERE in the morning express southward had caught our last glimpse of the far bluePilots and of the black cone of Cherry had disappeared on our right, the NorthTwin was sinking behind the ragged heaps ofrock through which the upper Araonoosuc fightsits way. Now Deception and the rude Rosebrookledges hem us in, and then the whistle arousessuch echoes as even Fabyans historic old tinhorn could never have evoked. Fabyans has been passed, and we gospinning on across the valley, lovingly looking up to where we can seethe black dot of an engine, with its white feather of smoke, climbingthat vast pyramid of lapis lazuli they call Mount Washington. Wehalt in tlie rear of the Mount Pleasant Ho
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