In August, 1854, we had the rare pleasure of a tramp from Littleton, N. H., through Bethlehem to the Crawford Notch, and then over the old Crawford Bridle Path and Presidential Range to the top of Mount Washington (6293 feet); stayed there over night, and in coming down the trail the next morning we had the good fortune to witness a thunder storm raging below us in the great ravines, with lightning and rain, while we were suspended in the atmosphere, as it were, above it, where it was cold and clear with a high wind. It certainly was a grand sight, which could not be forgotten.

At that time the Millerites had arranged to have the world come to an end, having on their white robes. as we passed through Bethlehem, and we were urged to give up our intended stroll to Mount Washington, and to go higher to the celestial regions with the white-robed throng. We politely informed them that we would see them when we returned two or three days later, which we did, much to their chagrin.

In September, 1912, we decided to renew our youth and to revisit our old home in northern New Hampshire. The house was built in 1816, when the workmen had to stop laying the brick in July, as it was so cold the mortar wouldn't set; and it is said there were frosts every month of that year, so that the crops did not mature, and people suffered great hardships.

We took the Federal Express from Washington, D. C., for Boston at 5.35 p. m. and reached our destination the next afternoon at 2.50 o'clock. The next day a friend loaned us his Pope's auto, and we took a ninety mile ride to Lisbon, Sugar Hill, Franconia, Echo Lake, the Old Man of the Mountain, the Flume through

Bretton Woods to Crawford Notch, passing the beautiful Wild Ammonoosuc Falls, and back via Bethlehem, Littleton, Littleton, Lisbon and Bath. We found this a much more expeditious means of transit than our foot tramp of 1854, the most surprising part being the way the auto took the hills without losing speed.

After taking several more trips we left Bath, N. H., and passed down through the Wild Crawford Notch by the site of the old Willey House, destroyed in 1828, to Bartlett, Intervale, Mount Kiarsarge, the beautiful Conway meadows along the Saco River, to Lake Sebago and the Dyke Mountain Farm in the town of Sebago, Me., which rests on a spur of the Saddleback Mountain, 1100 feet above sea level. Here you will find most beautiful scenery, walks and drives, with numerous lakes and ponds, good fishing and all kinds of berries and a very good table. There are people there from Portland, Boston, New York, Philadelphia, and Washington, D. C.

One nice excursion is via a little steamer through Lake Sebago, fourteen miles, to the Songo River and Long Lake, fifteen miles more; then to Bridgton by coach to the narrow gauge railroad and back to starting point-all for $2.15, an all day trip. On the lake excursion, we passed Frye's Island, where old Captain Frye is said to have leaped ninety feet from a rocky cliff to escape from the Indians, and then swam the channel to an island, island, where he remained the rest of his days. Other excursions to Hiram Falls, Mount Pleasant and Peabody Lake are very delightful.

We lived in a tent like the old patriarchs and found it very exhilarating; except one night when we had a hard storm, with a high wind, when

things got to be quite exciting. We dressed, lighted our lantern, and got all ready to vacate, if necessary; but our canvas house remained true and steadfast, like a good "standpatter."

To celebrate a special event in our early life, we started September 16, by rail for the top of Mount Washington; stayed at Bartlett over night, and at 10 o'clock next morning we were on our way to the top of Mount Washington with two hundred thirty others. The day was charming. We were out on the front platform, where we had an unobstructed view of the whole route. When we reached the Half-Way House, we saw long icicles hanging from the water tanks, and when we reached the top of the mountain, the wind was blowing just an ordinary breeze of thirty miles an hour. It was a fine clear day and the autumn foliage was very gorgeous.

It is hardly possible in a brief article like this to enumerate all that can be seen on this trip. Very soon after leaving Fabyan the whole Presidential Range comes into sight. The road from Fabyan to the base of the mountain runs near the banks of the Ammonoosuc River and ascends a steep grade.

After taking the Mount Washington train at the Base, for a time the ascent is through the thick woods. As the train proceeds, the character of the forests and vegetation changes and only the hardier varieties of trees are seen. These gradually disappear until finally a point is reached where but little, if any, vegetation is found. The view of the surrounding country, at first limited by the trees and neighboring mountains and hills, becomes more and more extended until finally at the Summit the traveler finds himself higher even than the clouds, and overlooking hundreds of mountains, hills, lakes and streams.

You may trace the lines of the railroads in the valleys, and the slowly moving line of smoke will disclose the localities of trains.

A short distance from the Summit is the Lake of the Clouds, quite a body

of water, and in which the Ammonoosuc River has its source.

Tuckerman's Ravine can be seen from a point a short distance from the Summit, and in this deep ravine is left each year an arch formed of snow and which remains until sufficiently melted to fall, this generally occurring late in the summer.

From the Summit you may look across New Hampshire and Vermont. to the Adirondack Mountains in New York; to Owl's Head at Lake Memphremagog in Vermont and Canada; Killington Peaks, Mount Mansfield, Camel's Hump, Jay Peaks, of the Green Mountains in Vermont; Mount Monadnock near the Massachusetts line; Mount Beloeil in Canada.

You may see the Atlantic Ocean, and the seacoast cities of Portland in Maine, and Portsmouth in New Hampshire.

Seventy-four sheets of water can be seen, and among them Sebago Lake, in Maine; Umbagog Lake, on the line between Maine and New Hampshire and Lake Winnipesaukee, in New Hampshire; the Connecticut, Ammonoosuc, Androscoggin and Saco Rivers.

You may bee the Fabyan, Mount Pleasant, the Mount Washington and Maplewood Houses; the villages of Bethlehem, Jefferson, Twin Mountain, Lancaster, Whitefield, Littleton, Sugar Hill, Franconia, North Conway and Intervale, and the cities of Laconia and Berlin.

The brakeman informed us that forty deer herded last year near the Half-Way House, and a five hundred. pound bear was shot in Bretton Woods recently. We stayed over night at the foot of Mount Washington. Next morning at 8 o'clock we started on our tramp through Crawford Notch to Bartlett, a distance of nineteen and one-half miles, where we found the wildest kind of scenery all shut in by great mountains, wild ravines and beautiful streams. We lunched on the site of the old Willey House, where we found a fine spring and some beautiful blue harebells.

We arrived at Bartlett at 6 p. m., stayed there over night and continued our tramp to Jackson the next day, passing the famed Goodrich Falls on route. At Jackson we saw many beautiful summer residences with fine hedges of Cherokee roses, also hedges of barberry intertwined. with woodbine. Two of the largest and most attractive places were General Wentworth's and Oliver Ditson Jr.'s. The Jackson Falls tumbling over the rocks for more than a quarter of a mile lent an added charm to the place. There are many good hotels and boarding houses there, as it is one of the most celebrated

places for fine scenery and a central point for many day excursions.

We then continued our stroll to Intervale on the Saco River, where we had one of the best views of Kiarsarge Mountain with the house on the top of its conical peak. We then took the train back to the Dyke Mountain Farm well satisfied with our wild tramp, feeling, as Goethe has so well said:

"Far, high, splendid the view, Around into life!

From mountain to mountain Soars the eternal spirit, Presaging endless life.'