Weekly Trinity journal., 1857-12-19
a Legend of thc White Cap Mountains.

This quiet little town reposes within the shadow
of a vast amphtheatre of mountains, embracing
every variety of picturesque and imposing seem
cry.
The view from one of the highest points called
'Old White Cap is very fine equal, in my
opinion to any view ever obtained from Mount
Washington. Around you, on every hand. like
guardian sentinels, rise, in quiet grandeur. those
Everlasting hills varicgated by the playful
Fittings of light and shade over their lcaVy eN-
panse, This one, however, is more bald, Oelng
cf gigantic formation, protruding, ms you as
ceud beyond the surface, in many instances.-
Most luXuriant hlueberries grow in wild obun-
dance here. covering the scanty NOSES from
which they derive most mysterious suStehahce,
with a richer bloom that many II cultivated and
carefully nurtured spot of mother earth.
'Old White Cap is favoritc resort for the
youths and madcns of all the country round
about They ride about one half the way up the
mountain. and leave their teams ut the farm,
house where an honest farmer provides hay and
grain for consideration.
Then quiet walk, with all the hNins for n
lunch, carried by the swains in large tin pals,
covered with clean napkin, through woods ana
pleasant fields where the brooks hahble OF love-
and aid the timid youth to tell of that wonderful
passion for his Phllis, which has fed upon him
like that we'll known worm in the mud, ot Geo
Chrsty memory.
1t is a cheering spectacle to see the long cara
van of happy couples, vending their way over
the mountain. picking the sweet berries, and
laughing merriIy over the choice daintics Of the
carefully prepared cold victuals.' which consti
tutes the kecnly reished lunch or dinner Tor the
day or scrambling with great agility among the
boulders, which thckly stud the higher portions
of the mountain. There is a legend (all noted
places have them) connected with Old White
Cap which runs rs follows:
4 young and beautiful giIl. the belle Of all the
country round, went up the mountain with her
country lover TO gather the lavor;tc berry, ana
enjoy the beauties of the view. lie had long
long sought to disclose to her his attachment aud
ask her hand. Fear Of II refusal had deferred
him until this occasion, which had so loosened his
tongue, that despite all the young maiden 5 sau.
cy little capers, he succeeded in bringing her to
the most satisfactory terms Upon reaching the
summit of the mountain (they had of course
strayed from their party) the bcuothcd deter.
mined (truc to nnture) to plague her lover on
that day, TO her hearts content. so, while he
stopped to Gull the finest lunches Of berries for
Mary Lawson, she ran, like frightened doe, be-
yond a large rock Of granite, NJ some distance
from him, and awaited il her conccalment the
effect of her absence.
lie shortly perceived it, and commenced call
ing her. Receiving no response, he rushed away
in an opposite direction from the rock, behind
which Mary lay concealed. For long time his
voice ight be heard, as he wandered hiher and
rhither in his search. In vain-sho was securely
hidden. Finally, he disappeared. She rose, now
thoroughly calmed, and the horrid thought came
on, that she was left alone upon the mountain
She now wandered lrantcally about calling upon
her lovers name. Aas empty echoes mocked
her. Night came upon her, aud with sable man
tie wrapped the rugged crest.
Wcaried and exhausted, she had attained 0t
length, the plnnacle-prccipitous on the southcr-
ly side. In the darkness, She lost her ioohold
and fell into a deep chasm, hundreds Of feet be-
low. There, the next day, she was found by her
frantic lover who supposing she had joined the
other party, after vanly searching for her, fol
lowed after the others who had already com
menced the descent. To his utter despair, she
was not among them. 4 few Of bis comrades
returned with him to the mountain. In the
darkness, they could do nothing but call for Ma
ry No Mary answered for they very many Il
weary hours walk from her At dawn of the
following day dragging through the bitter hours
of that long night, they stood upon the pinnacle,
aud saw lutterng upon the verge Of the prec-
picc, u scarf The dreadful story was told, full
soon, to the seekers Mournfully and slowly they
bore the shattered remains Of the once beautiful
Mary Lawson. down that mountain path, to her
bereaved parents, and II stricken band of com
panons followed her to the grave. simple
mound marks the spot where she was found. And
to this day the story is told with tears and chot-
ing accents by the children Of those who knew
and loved her.-Cor Porier's SPIRIT