New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1860-08-21
TRAVELS AT HOME.
VII.
Cen.sporaenee ef The N. Y. Tribune.


should have followed this advice, but for two cir
camstances-frst there was no direct conveyance
fhither, and secondly, had there been one as the
day was Saturday, we should have been Obliged to
wait thirty-six hours at Island Pond On the other
hand, by leaving Crawford's at a. m. one can
reach Montreal al ii p m mot at y as the agent
tells you IA roundabout journey of go miles, but
very delightful as regards scenery.
Three stage-loads of travellers left at that early
hour for the railroad terminus at LttetOn, twenty
two miles distant. As Crawford's stands exactly
spOn the watershed between the SacO and Con-
nectcut, our road wac I" down grade" through
forests, for some miles, to the White Mountain
House formerly Fabyans), where we struck the
Ammonoosuc. Cold was the mountain air, and
ominOus clouds gathered in the west. We had al
ready left the White Mountains, which fall OF very
abruptly on this side, and the Franconis Peaks,
over 5000 feet in hight, came out, one behind the
ether, down the broad valley. But the approach
to the Mountains, on this side, is not to be com
pared to that by the way of the Saco Valley.
The train leaves LttletOn at nine, aud the stages
ptop at Bethlehem, five miles short of it, for break
tst-when they have time. We were therefore
asitated with a very material uncertainty, and the
comparison of watches with the speed of our over
loaded horses became general. Sometimes the
watches got ahead, then a long descending grade
would enable the horses to overhaul them, and
finally we reached Bethlehem neck and neck.
The passengers Immediately broke for the break
fast.rOom. and blessed was he who obtained chair
and a plate-tbrce bessed'he who secured frsg-
ment of beefstesk, and cup of coffee The at
tendants were willing, but bewildered-the land
lord intent on counting and marking his custom
ers that none might escspe-the latter ravenOus
and excited-and it required no ordinary amount
of GOODNESS and selfpossesson to extract food from
the chaos. As general rule, those who give
N their orders in quiet, confidential whisper are
the first, and those who YELL the last served. Our
breakfast was of heterogeneous character, fer we
bad to take what came to our hands-but we had
it, and the weather was much pleasanter, after
ward The landlord detained us several minutes
BY some halucinatOn about four gentlemen who
had not paid-which gentlemen were nowhere to
be found. "Have you paid, Sir ?" Have yOu ?"
We were cstechised twice over, and finally drove
away, leaving him to his grief
From LittletOn to Wells River Junction, our
way lay through picturesque valley, whose natu-
raj beauty is somewhat marred by its present con-
dition of semi-cutivatiOn. 1t will be a century,
perhaps, before the rough transition state disap-
pears, and our landscapes wear the charm of thor
ough culture While richer soil and more genial
climates entice the farmer to Iowa, Missouri,
Texas, Kansas, Oregon and California, the pro-
gress of the older States must be slow. AT pres
ent New England grows through her manufactures,
not through her agriculture. Even the orn.out
lands of Virginia, lying under the fairest zone of
climate that crosses the Atlantic Coast, offer
greater inducements to the Young farmer than the
cold rocky soil of New Hampshire.
At White River Junction, wherewe were obliged
10 wait two hours for the train from Boston to
Montreal fell in wits an intelligent Southern
gentleman, whose statements with regard to the
gradual deterioration OF The soil under slave labor
(Of which, nevertheless, he was an advocate y
went even beyond Helpers abbOrred statistics. He
csnddly admitted that Slavery only exist as a
profitable institution through continual expansion
when the soil of one State is exhausted, it must
move TO a new one. But how long can this pro-
cess be carried on 2" asked: After century
Z" or two, when there is no more new soil left,
"what then 2" He shrugged his shoulders: "That
at least does not concern u.s." L think no
intelligent SOutherner can fail to take the same
view of the final effect of Slave Labor. But, con-
sidered from their own standpoint, what sugges
ton does it presents Slavery has no future
Through its own operation it destroys ITSELF by
cXobIo ID fha yuhi
mast come at last: "What is to be done with 1t z"
is carelessl passed on to succeeding generations
My friends were greatly impressed by the differ
ence between Vermont and New Hampshire seen
cry. Our afternoon ride, up White River Valley,
and onward to the shores of Lake Champlain, bore
no resemblance to those Of the previous days. We
missed the almost Alpine grandeur of the White
Mountains the vast pine-wOods, and the broad
lonely lakes; but the mountains on either hand
assumed every picturesque variety of form, their
chains broken by Deep lateral glens, the meadows
were smooth and green the foliage richer, the
crops better, aud even the farm-hOuses more
inviting in their aspect Of thrift and prosperity
We had constant succession of such landscapes
as you see in the Northern Swiss cantons. Glori-
GUS showers of Summer rain dropped vail after vail
of dim gray between us and the pictures of the
car window; then the sun burst from behind a
cloud, filing all the air with papable gold; then a
deep indigo shadow fell on the valley and the gray
vail of the shower dropped again. To have proper
y enjoyed and appreciated this scenery, we should
have spent three days between the Junction and |
Essex, not in a railway car, but in an open wagon,
propelled by horsepower.
We had sunset at st. Adams and by the time