. Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston & Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England . alls of Swift river. Theydidnt amount to much, but in the seasons of freshets must be magnifi-cent. There was a deep, narrow cleft in the rock through which thewater was pouring, and I thought it worth a ten-minute sketch. This he showed us, drawn on a page of his sketch-book in watercolors; explaining that the high rocks on top of, and beside the chute,were worn and polished, proving what a volume of water must come 224 down through their interspaces a
. Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston & Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England . alls of Swift river. Theydidnt amount to much, but in the seasons of freshets must be magnifi-cent. There was a deep, narrow cleft in the rock through which thewater was pouring, and I thought it worth a ten-minute sketch. This he showed us, drawn on a page of his sketch-book in watercolors; explaining that the high rocks on top of, and beside the chute,were worn and polished, proving what a volume of water must come 224 down through their interspaces at certain times. The foregroundshowed the road set between borders of golden-rod and blackberries,the mingled profusion of which produced a most charming effect inblack and gold. Above the falls we plunged into thick woods, and I was beginningto be discouraged, when suddenly,— and the more effectively by thecontrast,— the Albany intervale opened upon my astonished view. Itwas an oval of meadow-land, something over two miles long and aboutone in width, as level as a floor and dotted along the road with farm-houses. It was fine I ij^v. VIEW OP ENTRANCE TO ALBANY INTERVALE. What mountains were in sight? asked Prue, eager most of all onthis point,— For I have taught her, with delighted eye To gaze upon the mountains, to behold,With deep affection, the pure ample sky, And clouds along its blue abysses love the song of waters, and to hear The melody of winds with charmed ear. Note. — Luckily I saw this in proof, though he didnt mean I should. The idea!Ab though I had no enjoyment in, not to speak of any appreciation of, the scenery, andthe songs of birds, and that sort of thing, until he taught me! I hate to speak rightout in mcetin this way, but I wont be so misunderstood,— yes, misrepresented bythat horrid man, to all the dear frieuds we made up in those perfectly delightfulmountains. —P. 225 Mountains? Oh, lots of em. You remember when you were onLake Winnipe
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