. Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston & Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England . tward, the whole Presidential range would be pa-raded before him; and eastward, the valley of the Connecticut. South-ward, there would be nothing visi))le but an almost boundless stretchof craggy and wooded mountains, limited by the angular crest of theSandwich range, and unrelieved by any village or clearing, except,possibly, some glimpses of Woodstock. Until recently, however, itwould have been a matter of the greatest difliculty for anyone to reachev
. Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston & Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England . tward, the whole Presidential range would be pa-raded before him; and eastward, the valley of the Connecticut. South-ward, there would be nothing visi))le but an almost boundless stretchof craggy and wooded mountains, limited by the angular crest of theSandwich range, and unrelieved by any village or clearing, except,possibly, some glimpses of Woodstock. Until recently, however, itwould have been a matter of the greatest difliculty for anyone to reacheven the base of these forest-guarded mountains; and a pioneer partyof the Appalachian Club wdiich marked out a path from the Twin^Mountain House, spent four days in the work, although the distanceis only six miles. 182 CHAPTER XIX. MOTCH AND THE PROFILE. Full many a spotOf hidden beauty have I chanced to espyAmong the mountains; never one like this;So lonesome and so perfectly secure;Kot melancholy — no, for it is green,And bright, and fertile, furnished in itselfWith the few needful things that life require.— (SPHERE next? Profile House ami Erauconia train left Fabj^aus half an hour after break-fast, and Avas crowded with pleasure seekers, scat-tering northward. Down the Amonoosuc, now moreuseful to the saw-mill than lovely to the artist, wehurry past the foothills of Cherry mountain, straighteastward, seven or eight miles, along the wine-colored river, forced thus early in its youth toturn the wheels that grind the verj^ trees upon its l:)anks into boardsand shingles. Then we alight at Bethlehem Junction, where two nar-row-guage railways diverge,— one to Maplewood and Bethlehem;the other to the Profile House. A large companj^ get out, and the soli-tary station becomes suddenlj^ noisy with such a crowd as you see ina Boston station toward evening on Saturday, when young ladies pre-dominate. Only here, instead of ravishing bonnets and dai
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