The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1866-09-13
FROM tho wnIto Mountains.
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A White Mountain jaunt differs from
any other in our country. Watering
places admit OF dignity both in travel
ing to and arrival at ones destinations;
| this Is different. Up comes IL coach and
six, covered outside with bObbing, un.
steady passengers. Over tho ruts and
rocks it springs with tho lightnoss of IL
Kangaroo, and in unison with II the
passengers swing and sway. Tho cOnch
stops. Down roll pretty girls, old mon
and women, and artists. AftOr some
in-door magic, reHppeHr bellies, gallauts
and heads OF families, in tOilOttOs splen-
didly incomprehcnsiblo.
In "doing" tho White Mountains,
perhaps no route is lovelier and grand
er than that which. starting from Lake
WinnipeSnukee, crossing It to WOlfS-
borough, from thence by stage or private
conveyance to Conway, again thence
(Same traiu) to the Glen House. This
Mount wnshington-nr road than which
there is mono finer built by pri-
vHte enterpriHe In the world.
Tho mountain is 6,42S feet In hight.
This road winds around and up for IA
length of miles, tho grade being only
$ feet in lOO.- 1t would do credit to any
city suburb for Smoothness. One rides
up in carriage, the horses walking in
three and IL half hours to the "'rip
Top House," low, flat affair built
from rocks, with its roof chained down.
Here one cnn get both meals and lodg-
ing. The first are good. tho latter
damp.
After coming over six miles of our
road, indeed to the line where vegeta-
ton ceases, in IA moment down whirlod
Il cloud, and we hnd to face II driving
storm: soon another, and through its
ragged, flying clouds We saw the val
loVS serene aud golden with sunlight
1 a SNN11 fNaTN "a v hi 10 of
on the bald head OF Washington, while
we were mt the top, but after we had
started downward tho clouds boro of,
and before US lay view OF uuSpeaknble
beauty, the farther mountains shnd-
ing green and rosy, purple and gray to
where their dim outlines and the clouds
disputed the horizon, the nearer ones,
Jefferson, Adams, ETC., whose giant
pines looked like dots, lay heaped
around us, and !Nr, far down bent
rainbow over the dim tree tops and cas-
cades. Our horses SO down ut quick
| trot. Another road goes up from tho
Crawford House, where, mounted, PeO-
pie ride to the top i'll series of jerks.
But the latest thing yet is the railroad
up the mountain, portion of which is
done and works well; the engine draws
up two or three tons weight-'tis on the
cog-whecl princirle-and will be done
next year.
The hotels are up to tho highest
standard. One gets here all tho delica-
Cies for which we, considering tho
mountain roads, and that all things
hAvR to be huuled over many miles,
cannot too highly commend the enter
prise OF their owners. But they are
well repaid, for this Switzerland in
America is thrOnged during the warm
months, and millionaireS, artists, far
mers and statesmen, scramble over its
submits and patronize its stables.
The great rising lido of politics per-
| vades everything. One stumbles on
johnson men whose stealthy faces grow
| red when his name is spOken-wheIhcr
! from shame or enthusiasm, l couldn't
say. Thank God, he's not on our side;
| he Will carry any cause to the bottom,
OF which he is the spokesman, with his
J "hOuSe that Jack built" speeches. The
and we gain by it every day, but every
hand must work, and treason shall be
II crime yet, and the world shall read 1t
SO. Nothing pleNseS me more than the
| footing our staunch little State holds
among and in the estimation of loyal
ists-il is the game chicken of the brood
our laws are specially commended,
and the glorious muZZle we've put Oh
traitors 10 upheld with generous pride
by the true men.
am in Boston, that bnrbarous Yam
| kee ceutre-which is spreading the cir
| NltS Vi It's ONel Sle grave vi
| the cavRlier-and l am just returned
F.! from driving around it's streets and
| suburbs, which latter surpRsS in beauty
any other in our country. The streets
buzz with trade. Prosperity has n
branch house here, and all goes on with
vigor. There Is n driUe about this peO-
| pie that makes ones own enthusiasm
tingle. They arc people that can do
anything.
| AS for the suburbs, Roxbury, Cam
bridge, and all the others, they are all
made from beautiful country seats and
houses where nature has "A continual
festival of beauty.
AT Mount Auburn is a chapel of car
ven granite; its floor n mosaic of mar
bles, blue, pink, green, white and yell
low. This is made more radiant from
the windows of stained glass, but the
point of interest is its group of statues
| larger than life; they live their marble
life m this still spot. Governor Win
throp sits on your left as You enter; II
| pure fine face, no marvel OF intellect,
The hair parted in the middle of his
forehead falls on either shoulder in
| waves, the hands are folded and
lay on his left knee. Quaint puri
tan garments are his, the runles
at his wrists and neck are thin and
delicate as linen. Their workman
ship is Ofitself II triumph of the chiseI.
This face shows patience, goodness, and
has upon 1t the look of trust which
those old puritnns must have worn.
In the opposite corner, still to your
left, stands, in striking attitude,
james Otis,-he that touched the great
train of the revolution into fame with
his eloquence-he who was called the
great incendiRry of the revolution ~
His face is fine, broad, lofty forehead,
regular patrician features. In ono
hnnd he clutches roll of paper, while
the other is flung out with gesture i'm
prisoned magically in its marble mus
cles. He wears the Judges toga. The
whole man speaks command and
power.
In the opposite corner stands, too,
fled shirt. Broader than Otis, his
head is less lofty. An earnest, deep
thinking face, with n bland mouth and
chin; rather short in stature, and with
the head q little bent forward.
In the fourth ana last corner sits
\ Chief Justice Story. His was a loving
sCulptOr-his son, no less gifted ~ u
poet than as n sculptor. It Is a reverent
head, this one-the hair thin, his face
almost holy, his Judges robes hang
grandly around him. Bland and deep
Is the spirit of this face. The beauty OF
execution is evident in nothing more
called unsurpassed. It is not carv-
ing-it is life. AS we left, tho sun,
shining through window, had
thrown red reflection on his
cheek, which blended we'll with tho at
titude and the remembrance of his i'm
passiOned eloquence.
New England was never more pros
pered, moro vigorous. Her mnnufac-
turing towns whirl every spindle.