Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1868-07-21

mountains, ut least one hundred miles
north and south, and fifty miles west.
From the summit of Mount Washing
ton, the eye looks down upon glorious
wilderness of mountain peaks, but from
BcllevicW The bcholdcr looks down upon
vast wilderness of everything that is
grand, lovely, and graceful. The mag
niiiccnt sheet of limpid water, one hun
drcd and tWcnty-siX miles in length.
called by the Indians Saranac. and bV
the French Lake Champlain, had dwin-
died to q river at this wondrous altitude.
st. Adams, which commanded it, had
hunihly crouched to its level. The pa-
tcau, which overlooked st. Adams had
lost It's dignity, too. Everything that
before had charmed the eye as majestic,
had merged into one level plain, bound
ed on the north 10y the mountain at
Montreal. and on The south by far away
forests At my feet, far away down
ward, was belt OF dark green woods !;
beyond this, the fabulous plain, bisectod
by the lake, q vast oblong sheet of silver
or luminous river, with dots of emerald
isles upon its bosom. or bclt-lillc islands.
From this altitude the terrific naval
combat between McDonough and Dow
ME must have rescmbicd n mere pun of
smoke. Directly opposite my stand
point, the ilag Of COntiance was hauled
down to the flagship Saratoga.
Bcllcview oVerlooks parts of three
states New York, Vermont, New
Hampshire, and also Canada. How the
amazed at the variety Of plains. woods,
waters. mountains, islands, distance
beauty, grandeur.
But what looms 30 grandly above the
great lake, away here to the southwest!
Had | not been 2 stranger in a strange
land, should not have hcsitatcd an in
slant to wave my hand, rand shout a
welcome to the dear old friends of my
boyhoOd ThccOnsciousness that | was
right IN my conjecture grew upon me,
though timidiy inquired "Are not
those tho Adirondacs?'
Certainly. Those a,e New York
mountains. Were you ever there %
Ever there! Ever among the gorgeous
hills where everything seemed so noble
and pure, where my ear first caught the
wild music Of the hounds on the trail of
the monarch of the glen, as ciambered
up thOTnN thickcts on the mountain side
with bOy'S eager heart and q boys first
rifle! How the music WaXed wilder,
ana the bushes crashed nearer andnearcr
as ! listened, with beating heart, and,
RAJ sing my gun, vowed that another deer
should not escape as the one that swept,
slightly wounded, into the lake, from
that terrible nervousness called by the
hunters tie buck 0gtc. | saw the broad
antlcrs fall helpless from the cliff, and
knew that, in another hour, | should be
toasted at the campfire on my first
deer" How tore my way through
brials, and fallen trees, leaped the
mountain brook, curling and purling
away down the mountain side, and gaz~
cd III uncertainty down the ragged rock.
IIa. ha! he viii never bound away
again. And then stood leaning ON my
rifle, and listening to the hounds so far,
far behind the fallen buck.
IL there q lover of the wildwood and
the rifle whose heart, at the sight of
those mighty hills recalls not, with q
thrill, that inimitable description, by
the Bard of Avon OF Theseus inviting
llippolyta to quite lofty spot before
queen, up to the mountains top, and
mark the musical confusion OF hounds
and echo in conjuncton.n
No modern belle gave this response:
II was with Hercules and Cadmus, once,
when in wood of Crete, they bayed the
bear with hounds Of Sparta never did |
hear such gallant Gliding for, beside
Che groves, the skies, the fountains,
every region near seemed all one mutual
cry ] never heard so musical a dscord,
such sweet thunder"
This feminine appreciation walked up
Thcscus to higher enthusiasm, Il Keen
er relish My hounds are bred of the
Spartan kind, so flcwed, so sanded; and
their heads are hung with ears that
sweep away the morning dew; crook
kneed and developed, like Thcssalian
bulls slow in pursuit, but matched in
mouth like belts, each under each. A
cry moro tuncable was never halloaed
to, nor cheered with horn"
"Will you never cease gazing at those
mountains? What are you dreaming
about 50 long ?" inquired my guide,
coming to my side with her long riding
habit gathered up in her left hand, and
leading her horse with the right. | was
thinking OF Richelieu's words "The
memory OF my own lost youth brcathes
music" but | did not choose to tell this
hopeful girl so. Let her fight it out
herself with the world, and dream while
she may. | only replied: "Iwas think
ing what splendid place that gorge be-
hind as would be to bring all the mean
men Ill the world and tumble them off,
"The gorge would soon be .fuU,n was
the quiet response. | could not fail to
laugh at this youthful sally, and, after
few moments, further survey of the
wonderful prospect, and grand inhal-
alton of the mountain air, sought my
horse, and rode down to insipidity and
the world once more.
MANSFIELD TRACY WALWORTH.
Two MEALS a DAY.-If any man or
woman of forty-fiVe or over, not engage
ed i'm hard mammal labor aSno.i, lIx,