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night, the unfortunate young girl reclin- pict, a wonderful blending of curious ing upon her protector's knee. When light and shadow that artist never condaylight brokē, the party discovered ceived, and cannot portray. You realthemselves within forty rods of the ize more in a single instant of sunshine, Summit House-but Miss Bourne had upon the crest of old Washington, than perished during the darkness! They you can feel or imagine in a lifetime of had ascended without a guide; and the study of all the "masters” in Chrissufferings of that little company can tendom. Drink in the glorious inspiscarcely be imagined, as they clung to- ration that floats around and beneath gether during the weary hours of that you, and make haste to enjoy the rich long and fearful night. One of them voluptuousness of this once-seen-anddied on that spot, and the health of the never-to-be-forgotten pantoscope-for a others was seriously periled. This veil is passing over its outskirts; and monument has been thrown up to mark even while you gaze, the cloud apthis shocking incident in the history of proaches again, the magnificent picture the mountains.
is shut from the view, and you find You turn away, with a sigh for "poor yourself enveloped, haply, in mist, or Lizzie Bourne," and the voice of your sleet, or rain! guide cheers you with the shout of This is but temporary, however. The c'ere we are, gentlemen !” The sum order is given to mount, for the descent, mit is reached, at last.
and you are soon threading your way A world of magic-like beauty lies down the bridle-path, en route to the around you; you behold a myriad Glen House once more. Before leaving, hues that you have never dreamed you take a look at the little “squatty" of before ; you see a widely-stretching Summit House, where you have so field of gorgeous landscape which pen comfortably dined, and which will not or pencil never has and never can de- be forgotten by you. It was built by
Messrs. Hall and Rosebrook (well known pany) shall be erected to supersede mountaineers), of rough stones, blown' it. out of the crown of Mount Washington Descending the mountain, on horseitself, and is secured to the rocks by back, is a vastly more uncomfortable four cables which are drawn over the process than that of ascending. In the roof and are fastened into the mountain sharper defiles and gulches along the near the foundation. It is rather plain bridle-path, it is nice work for the tired in exterior, but is substantial, and an animals to keep upon their feet and swers its purpose until the new build- maintain their burden also the larger ings (contemplated by the road com- portion of those, whom they thus convey to and fro, being but indifferent riders, or totally unpracticed in the saddle. Yet these animals manage their uncertain loads with great show of care, and but very few accidents occur, notwithstanding the difficulties of the journey both up and down this tortuous acclivity.
My friend, Mr. Greene, was 2 particularly struck with the beauty of the Crystal Falls, and leaped about, upon the great alarm of his friends, and the the rocks below them, with a precision subdued but evident amusement of the and celerity that would have electrified anxious and really attentive guide! a chamois, to the infinite gratification We sprang to the rescue of Greene of the ladies, who freely admitted that amid the frantic shrieks of the ladies, Mr. Greene was a vast deal more agile who were desperately alarmed for his and juvenile than they had hitherto safety. But Greene was born not to given him credit for. Indeed, we found 'be drowned, plainly; for he rolled over it impossible to control his activeness like a huge porpoise, and was drawn at all, though suggestions were repeat from the pool by the skirts of his coat, edly thrown out to him, both by his without any detriment whatever, except companions and the guide, in reference the inconvenience of the involuntary to the deceitfulness of his foothold upon cold-bath. As the guide jerked him the rocks, which, in many places, were rather unceremoniously ashore, he recovered with a mossy slime, upon which peatedly remarked, “I told you so, it was unsafe to step, without great sir-I told you so." To which assurcaution.
ances the ungrateful Mr. G., as he blew He mounted the side of the very pre- the water from his mouth and nostrils, cipice itself, and stood upon the level only responded, “ A pretty guide, you ! of the upper rocks, whence the waters What the devil did you push me in came tumbling down, where he waved there, for ?” his hat to us more timid gazers-up below “I? Push you in ?" exclaimed the him, in very triumph at the achieve- guide, astounded. ment. Then he descended the rocks “Yes, sir-yes! Push me in, and again, declining the proffered assistance get a fee for helping me out. I see, sir. of the guide, with his
It won't do-won't do with me, sir. "Pooh, pooh! my dear sir — no! I've traveled too much for that. Don't Haven't I been round a bit in my try it again, sir-I won't give you a time?"
penny--not a red, sir !" "But you might fall,” persisted the Heartily as we sympathized with Mr. guide, politely " and I wouldn't like Greene in his little misfortune, we were to see you in the drink, you know.” compelled to laugh outright at this lu
"Never mind me, sir. I know,” said dicrous misconstruction on his part, Mr. Greene, with a pirouette that would and the turn he thus gave to the accihave shamed Papanti himself; and, dent. And in the midst of our rejoicings missing his good intentions, Mr. Greene, that it was no worse, and the jokes without another syllable, popped head which his misstep unavoidably occaforemost into a bend of the pool, to sioned, we started briskly on through
the woods again towards the road, where our carriage awaited us.
Over the stream which crosses the road, and which comes down from the
cascade described, is placed a logbridge. At this point you enter the wood, on the right. This is another pretty spot, overarched by high trees, whose foliage shadows the cool water that passes noiselessly away at this point, and flows on through the forest and the valley to the southeastward. In the early springtime, this stream is alive with trout, and excellent sport may be had by " dropping a line" in the numerous pools along its banks.
Numerous and fanciful are the old
legends connected with these hills; and one of the superstitious Indian traditions relating to the origin of the White Mountains is not uninteresting.
It is related that “the cold stormking was abroad in the great northern wilderness, and a lonely hunter-chief
found himself far away from his wig- rose up a huge mass of broken rocks, wam without food, chilled and cheerless which piled themselves to the heavens. amidst the wintry blasts. He could find A cloud rested upon the summit of this no game, and the dark clouds over his suddenly-formed cliff, from which pourprospects rendered him life-weary and ed down a thousand sparkling streams, disconsolate. He sank beneath the chill- which quenched the fire again; and the ing snows, and slept. In his dreams, he astounded hunter heard the voice again, was borne away to a green and beautiful in peaceful and loving tone, exclaim : valley, where the streamlets sang joy- • Rest here! The Great Spirit will fully, and birds and game were abund- dwell with you, and watch over his ant. His spirit cried with joy! The favorite children !'” Great Master of Life then awoke him, We left the cascades, and the rustic and placed in his eager grasp a flint- bridge, and the cool streams of Ellis and pointed spear. Then giving him a dry Peabody behind us, and hastened homecoal, told him that he might dwell upon ward; for our friend was in no condition the shore of the placid lake near him, to enjoy even the lovely scenery we met, and kill fish with his spear, and kindle after his recent unsolicited immersion ! fire with his coal. One dark night, He had listened to the legends told by when he had lain down his coal, and our guide, as we hurried back, in moody built his customary fire, there suddenly silence, and as we stepped into the hotel arose a blinding smoke, and a terrible again, he bowed to the ladies, and passed voice was heard from out the rising on to exchange his saturated dress, with flame. Then succeeded the fearful the simple and classical sentiment, “Althunder, the earth was rent, and there a-bama !-Here we rest!"
T is so "My child, my child, are you speakbeautiful ing to me? I cannot listen to you. If outside the sunlight and the gay colors are such the win- a temptation to you, it were better to dow that shut them out. Long ago I shut them I can out from my soul, when I closed the hardly door of the world behind me. It is bekeep my cause the colors are so gay that I do eyes upon not look out of the window. Marie, I my work. do not wish to turn back.”
How “But, Sister Theresa,” said Marie, bright the "shall I ever be so ? You are good, I colors are would wish to be like you, but must I under give up all happy things ? See, at just this warm thinking of it, it sets me crying !-the sky! The tears are all over my embroidery. leaves There's one in the very midst of the shine, pattern !" they are “It is better to work tears in your so very embroidery,” said Sister Theresa, “than the green! flowers. Flowers spring from the earth,
Then, and rain falls from heaven. Holy souls how bril- have been made pure by the many tears liant the that have washed away the sins that scarlet might have stained thein."
flowers I will work over these tears," said look that climb up round the lattice! Marie ; " see, I have filled up one little And the birds are gay and bright! But circle ; that is where I have buried one when I look inside, all is very gloomy of my tears. In all my little life I have The walls are thick, and heavy, and dark. not shed a great many. Some day some Oh! Sister Theresa, why will you wear stranger will come into the convent to that black, dreary dress? And, your buy a piece of the nuns' embroidery, face, oh! it would be so beautiful, but, and, perhaps, he will be willing to buy dear Sister Theresa, that cap is hide my handkerchief. For, Sister Theresa, ous !"
I am really beginning to embroider quite