New-York daily tribune., 1843-10-18

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occasional elm gives nobleness to the scene. COR
ham has flourishing Academy. It was flTst ,S Se'
tied when Maine was almost wilderness ne
wives and daughters of It's first settlers shafea M
ALI the tolls and wants OF their husbands anu Id
thers: they used to labor in the teid, cary Jul
dens. 90 TO mill. and aid in defence OF theiI prop
e,tv. One time when most OF the men were
awav. the Indians attacked the fort, ana the "lie
of Hngb Mcclellan rallied the women IN the gar.
rison shut the gates, mounted the walls, 11reo
nnon the Indians, and by her courage ana actlV-
;ty bshied the enemy till succor arrived. Stand
sb is a pleasant little village. Here the demon,
Alcohol, is not vet dcthroncd-buti in shapes hot
from Tsrtarus pollutcs the grocery well
the inn. 1t is good missionary field, for not more
than one in six of its inhabitants are accustomed
to attend church. Leaving this village, you pass
through sterile country bearing every mark OF
poverty The hard pine abounds, and people
as rough as the bark Of their wood. Yet beneath
that rough exterior you viii often find truer
| friend and better companion than is afforded by
CITY polish and refinement. Near Hiram Is g beau
tifll fall of water. From this place you trace up
the river Saco. Here it was a slender stream
so very modest as to hide itself for the most part
from public gaze. When it did appear, It's face
was unrutiied by smile, and 1t uttered not a
note. Its soft sandbanks seemed adapted TO It's
gentleness-as though it could not endure a rocky
channel. Here too is Rattlesnake Pond. In II
stands one solitary rock, as dreary aHid sufFouhu
ing beauty as widowed neart amid shc Joys OF
earth. On this pond was man whose o.G o,ach
canoe answers well the description OF tlle oic ooat
IN which Charon is said to cross the StyX. In
this region | found fence made OF the stumPs oi
| of trees through which It would be impossible to
] III hn buyo tn
| lean. Indeed, had Pluto such fence he would
need no many headed monster to guard his courts
A good idea of this vicinity is given by the fact
that a minister here is settled over three parishes,
receiving S75 salary from each, and having in
each place less than 100 hearers. Fryeburg is
the last town in Maine, 80 miles from the Noun
tains. The village is pleasant and owes much to
nature; for it is in delightful intervac, surround
ed by lofty hills, and watered by the winding Saco
The town is only six miles square, still the river
runs thirty-six miles within its borders. Here is
memorable Lovewcll's Pond-a beautiful sheet of
water three miles long and more than mile wide
From it's glossy surface is reflected the beauty
with which nature has environed it. Stand upon
the shore and look into It's bosom, and you will
look into an inverted forest-whe the waving OF
the branches, the trembling Of the leaves, and the
shades and tints Of natures penciGngs are rem
dcred more dclightfub by the mirror which reflects
them. This choice pond, which so beauties the
town and delights its visitant, once the scene
of a bloody strife, and of the overthrow of a
powerful Indian tribe. OF Lovcwells fight the
North American Review states, "It was on the
18th of April, 1925, that Capt. John Lovewcl
of Dunstablc, Mass. with thirty-four men fought
a famous Indian Chief, named Pawgus, at the
head of about eighty savagcs, near the shores OF
a pond in Pegnawket, (the Indian name tor Frye
burg) Lovewcll's men were determined to con-
quer or die, although outnumbercdby the Indians
more than onc-half. They fought till Lovewell
aud Pawgus were killed, and all Lovcwcll's men
but nine were either killed or dangerously wound
ed. The savages having lost, as was supposed,
sixty of their number out Of eighty, and being
convinced of the fierce and determined resolution
of their foes, at length retreated and left them
masters of the ground
It is interesting TO visit such place, yet can
never contemplate such scenes and rejoice over
our prosperity, without drawing a sigh for the
wrongs done the poor red man. Near by Is Joe
kev.C Cap, a towering rock, commanding dis
tinct view of the mountains and the delightful
scenery around. The Temperance house at Frye
burg is a good home. The landlord carried me
over the Saco-now no longer that slender and gen
tie strcam-for recent rain had swollen it so that
it regarded not its soft banks but overlcapng It's
barrier washed the meadows around. Ithad even
taken possession of the road and covered it to
the depth of 3 feet. Here was the philosophical
phenomenon of cold boiling watcr-for as the
water soaked into the ground the ar escaped to
give it room.
Conway, the first town in New-H Hampshire on
the route from Portland to the White Mountains,
is a pleasant Agricultural town. Next comes
Bartlett, not particularly interesting in ITSELF but
abounding in noble scenery; ying as 1t docs at
the foot of the Mountains. From Frenchs Inn
to the notch of the White Mountains is 10
milcs,-which is at least one days travel not
because the road is poor, but because every thing
around you is attractive. If your eye Is sensitive
move not swiftly, lest II be drawn from It's socket
There is on either side range OF MOUNTAINS not
indeed unbrokcn still not distant from each other.
At first the interval between these ranges is per-
haps quarter of a mile; through which meanders
the Saco-now not silent stream, but lrollcsome
as it bounds over the rocks. The sight Of this
limpid stream is indeed refreshing In a sultry
day AS YOU proceed, the ranges approach each
other and increase in hight. Seven miles brings
us to the notable house, kept by the old gentle
man, Mr.. Crawford who, for about % years, has
had the Mountains for his home. Tie was the
first one who ever ascendci Mount Washington
| on a horsc-which was four years ago. He IS an
eccentric gcnius-and his family is characteristic
of the Mountains which they have ever had as
their companions. Of giant frames, roug! and
uncultivated, they we'll become Their home among
the hills. You will find them keeping Public
Houses scattered in your way. AS you leave
the old Crawford House, the interyale IS quite
narrow-thc peaks very high-and there is no
house, in which any one lives, for eight miles
Here is majesty-not the descending majesty of
the cataract, but the ascending majesty of the
hills. And now imagine yourself following the
crooked path of the Saco--w.th lofty mountains