. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. the Peabody that pays tribute to the- Androscoggin. Butthe river itself, whose curves we see and whose brawl we hear onthe ride to the Glen House, was fed from the broad shoulders ofMount Washington, from the gorges of Jefferson, from the more evendesolation of the pyramid of Madison, and from rains distilled moreslowly through the deep forest soil of Carter, ages before any settlerlifted an axe upon its bordering trees, or any Indian looked up fromits banks with awe to the craggy seat of Manitou,—yes, Ere Adam wived,Ere Adam lived,Ere t
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. the Peabody that pays tribute to the- Androscoggin. Butthe river itself, whose curves we see and whose brawl we hear onthe ride to the Glen House, was fed from the broad shoulders ofMount Washington, from the gorges of Jefferson, from the more evendesolation of the pyramid of Madison, and from rains distilled moreslowly through the deep forest soil of Carter, ages before any settlerlifted an axe upon its bordering trees, or any Indian looked up fromits banks with awe to the craggy seat of Manitou,—yes, Ere Adam wived,Ere Adam lived,Ere the duck the bees the lion roared,Ere the eagle soared. We are able to give a sketch of the Peabody stream from a point THE ANDROSCOGGIN VALLEY. 301 where it is watched by one of the great White Mountain following poem, which the accomplished authors kindness allowsus to transfer to type from manuscript, was written after a morningvisit from Gorham to the lower part of the Peabody, by Rev. WilliamR, Alger of Boston :—. My way in opening dawn I the hills, beside a peaks one sun was climbing oer,—The dew-drops showed ten millions more. The mountain valley is a vaseWhich God has brimmed with rarest grace41 302 THE WHITE HILLS. And, kneeling in the taintless air,I drink celestial blessings there. Behold that guiltless bird! What bringsHim here? He comes to wash his me, too, wash my wings, with prayer,And cleanse them from foul dust and care. , To one long time in city pent. The lesson seems from heaven sent:—For pinions clean yon bird takes soul dejiled do thou beware I It is certainly a startling view that bursts upon us when we enterthe Glen, either from Gorham or from Jackson, by the Pinkhamroad. No other pubUc-house in the mountahis, except those in NorthConway, is so situated that Mount Washington is in view from itsgrounds. But North Conway is twenty miles distant. The GlenHouse is at the very bas
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