. Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston & Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England . e are rolling up tlie Piscataquis, now only an impatientbrook. Then we pass Blanchard, and can look off to the left, beyondMt. Russell, to the more distant hills where spring its Blanchard and Shirley are several high trestles, and a con-stant outlook far westward across forested ravines pinched betweencrowding hills. Mt. Russell hangs above us in the rear, and behindhim Bald mountain, its smooth face ringed with woods like the croAvno
. Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston & Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England . e are rolling up tlie Piscataquis, now only an impatientbrook. Then we pass Blanchard, and can look off to the left, beyondMt. Russell, to the more distant hills where spring its Blanchard and Shirley are several high trestles, and a con-stant outlook far westward across forested ravines pinched betweencrowding hills. Mt. Russell hangs above us in the rear, and behindhim Bald mountain, its smooth face ringed with woods like the croAvnof one of those friars, who were the first white men to look upon thesehills. Burroughs climbed it from Moxie pond, and found its top oneenormous cap of naked granite, seamed, cracked and glacier-plowxd,—much such a crest as that of the Mount Desert knobs, I fancy. Hisdescription of it is very striking. These hills, richly tinted andchangeful, never lose their charm, till nearer and taller the Squaw rearsher head, and the gleaming spaces of Moosehead lake, where shewatches, break suddenly upon our view. 76 CHAPTER IX. ^OOSEHE^D Where breezes baffle heat;Where Bhaded dells and mossy coverts be. fOME of the passengers seated themselves in thehotel coaches waiting at the Lake station andwhirled away to Greenville, but the most of usbetook ourselves to a neat little hotel a few rodsup the road, where dinner awaited us — some-thing we were extremely anxious shouldnt waitany longer. I never was so hungry in all my born days ! Prue confided to me, careless of her idioms. Perhaps the hunger helped our appreciation, but let us give the cook the benefit of the doubt, and simply record our entire satisfaction with that dinner; and then, in better frame both of body and mind, we went out to view the land and the waters thereof. Only a portion of the lake could be seen, the remainder lying behindpoints and islands, but this part was promising. Clouds had gathered,but would frequ
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