Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1856-10-16

gulch. Humanity tapers off and dwindles away
at the entrance. Tn a sandy opening at the
edge of the woods we saw a log-cabin. and
any quantity of vilainous rags strewed about,
and some seven or eight children, among whom
all colors were amicabiy distributed, from sooty
blackness to dirty cream color, while their
curly pates inclined to flame red. The squalid
mother sat at the door. but the patriarch Of
the flock was absent. French, Indian, and ne
gro all mixed their ingredients in the family
cauldron, and slab compound they made Of
it. We entered dense primeval forest by
afoad which lay at the bottom ei o. woody
gulf, and which for five miles is Of most gorge
GUS and primitive wildness 1t would have re-
quircd clear conscience to pass through 1t
some fifty years ago. like his who chauted the
praise Of Laage in Sabine grove, for it is ultra
terminum With the aforesaid hut, all modes
of life for the next few miles terminate, except
those known to the fox, the 'possum, and the
raccoon. Sheer and steep the mountain towers
on your left. perhaps thousand feet in height,
and its sides are covered with thick vegetation,
and the bodies of fallen monarchs, which lie
with their crowns downward, or across each
other, just as the fury of the storm has cast
them PROSTATE, while above is dense and mas.
sive forest, where the sound of the axe has not
been heard On the right, also, are solemn
groves, through which the black waves of
stream, covered with water-lilics and swamp
like, slowly glide. The air hns cucumber
like coolncss, and only the SUMS perpendicular
rays can ilumine the depth of this gulf. A
few years since my friend met a well-conditioned
Bruin in the pass but the latter was not dis
posed to be talkative, and grufly turning about,
he scrambled up the activity with great crack
ing of sticks, while the stones rolled from under
his feet as if they had been cast bya' catapult
Truly, thought |, this looks like fitting ap-
proach to Lake Memphramagog. How solemn
and how massive was the gloom. Many hund.
red feet above our heads the gigantic roots laid
their last graphing hold upon the rocks. 0
Douglas Douglas if departed ghosts 1t
was, indeed, great cavern, II grotto five miles
long, with translucent key stone which just
let in the day. With what a decorative effect
must autumn paint its hectic colors in the sub
te:rancan chamber when the wild ivy trails
over the hcmlocks and larchcs with its crimson
and scaalet leaves, and festoons the place with
glory How supurb must it be in winter, when
a crystal colonnade shall run through it, and the
magnificent icy shaft and stalactitgs @dofa at
and the rocks ooze out ices like amber and plum
tree gum But then would Bruin be hungry,
and as some people grab your hand in their
, great paw in such way as almost to break
j your bones, SO do those whom Bruin wraps in
his cordial embrace, when he says to them in
7 his aifectionate way, Come to my arms, my
' friend, my darling = fall stone dead
: Emerging out Of these thick shades, we soor
r caught sight of an arm Of the lake, and on as
cending hill the lake itself burst with all its
l charms upon our sight. Water, water, water
call out for water with an exasperated cry -
! If you have ever lived on a beach of the far
sounding ocean. or an armct of the sea, where
you have been wont to walk upon the white
+ sand and PICK up pebbles, to see the aouncins
of the big porpoises as they disport them in the
D brine, to hear the stridulous cry Of the wilt
duck, to watch the electric vivacity Of his move
ments when he dresses his sleek pumes, o.
t stretches out his long neck, and then plump
: with a shriIl cry of delight into the doliciou
$ waves; if you have watched for hours the sai
G. as white as an albatross' wing, or the shadow
) fleets by moonlight sailing noiselessly as
g through a sea of phosphorus, and on the cor
h fines Of the spirit land; if your eye has got az
n customed to the water with its perpetual NOV,
It mcnt, and you have then been transferred
t land, where all things are solid, all is motion
y less, and nothing but the fogs which roll in Il
, valleys resemble the heaving deep, how does IL
a heart beat with old affection when you loc
N once more upon II broad and glittering expan
g of waves o pescator deW unda!
s. We arrived at Pages, at the head of ii
ed lake, and the place is called Newport, 1t
H. yet destitute Of the fashionable lolies Of
he namesake, but it has many charms which ha
been found out by the people in the Canada
H. who frequent it in great numbers. The no,
he among other delcacies, furnishes his table wi
p an abundance Of muscalongc. 1t is II rari
ad even at the lake, monopo!zed on the spot a
Ia very few, except as II favor, are sent abroad
,cr The cpcure rolls it as u sweet morsel bcnca
,ye his tongue A supply OF this noble fish h
sat been just brought in. Those which saw We
lat about as large as good shad The host call
No my attention to mistake made in Thompson
I'D Gazetteer Of Vermont, with reference to
ch form of the spots, that they were not roundi,
ith but triangular. The mnscalonge called fol
,al some remarks at the late Scientific ConventiC
,ns Professor Agassiz knows him. head, tails, fl
Int and vertrebr@ The flesh, observed, is viii
the aud not red like salmon.
lue There is a little steam boat which plies o.
the day to Magog, at the end of the lake, and
ion turns, stopping at Owls Head Mountan-H Hou
lies and intervening places but the captain is Y
less obliging, and will let out any ono anywhere ;
do. will also return to the wharf and take you
the if you have tarricd too long at your break
off, in consequence Of an inordnate appetite
n musealongo. That is more than can be sale
as any North River steamboat captain whate'
aat | made an excursion in his boat, which is sn
kill but comfortable, and with good promen
one above
rom The day fair, the ahone bright,
line And scattered oil the gray fog,
r.h When embarked with spirits light
!, Upon Lake Memphramagog.
io", Magog