The Portland daily press., 1871-08-18
Country Resort. ON the Line Of the Port
land & Ogdensburg Railroad.
SEBAG0 LAKE.
"Ha! like a kind friend on my brow
Comes this fresh breaz.n

"Hai like kind friend my brow
| Comes this fresh breeze"
| This is a decidedly popular resort for excur-
sionists, abounding as it does with picturesque
views Of mountain, lake and forest; here is the
lake studded with romantic little sailing craft,
its sivery sheen contrasting prettily with the
rich green of its surroundings; here long line
Of pale-hued deciduous trees admring them
selves in the mirror below, with now and then
tall blue-green pine looking over their shou-
ers; then at the left there is Just the prettiest
little point of land running out into the placid
water so like careless dash of an artists brush
while away in the softened distance rise the
continuous masses of the White Mountains,
which form the same grand yet ever charming
back ground to most OF our rural pictures in
this section of the State. Always the bold,
restful mountain, and deep, sombre forest for
grandeur; always the still, CLASSY lake and vel
vet field for beauty! We, who are abjectly poor
in descriptive skill. have been expecting Rev.
William H. III. Murray of Adirondack frame,
who is truly an adept in rural wisdom, to ''do'
Lake SebagO and all the points of interest in
the Saco valley, but have lately learned that
he will not be able to visit us this season. We
regret that this is the case, for the man who
has so plainly and happily described the wild
woods of Northern New York, is the one to
write up our scenery; here, too, he can enjoy
the religion of the forest, try his vocal powers
at war-whoop, or emphasize into dance.
The little steamer Sebago. Capt. Wiles, plies
between here and Harrison, touching at inter
mediate landings; it is handsomely itted up
and comfortable in every appointment. The
new hotel nesths cozily amid the shrubbery
and trees, and silently invites the traveller to
its cool retreat. There must be real delicious
ness enjoyed here in these quiet shades by
Portanders and others who want to forget for
a day at least the thraldom of business life.
THE CARS.
Having taken a seat in one of the finely gar
nished cars Of the P. & o. r. r, Company, we
ind ourselves being transported as if by some
Arabian enchanter. with trees apparently
whizzing by US instead of we by them, like so
many wild witches bound for their holiday in
Barnum's cave. We pass swiftly by beautiful
farm lands and rough pastures, where wonder
ing cattle polka farther away from the stern
old magician, which to them threatens com-
plete annihilation-by thinly leaved clump
of bushes and trees which halt reveal glitter.
Ing pond, pure and sweet with its wealth OF
white lily blossoms-by richly cultivated and
fertile gardens, by poor ground, sick and sore
with rocks and bareback bushes-and here we
are at rest for few moments at one of the
Baldwins. This road, now completed to North
Conw-y, has proved the most popular approach
to the mountains; it runs three trains daily,
rxry:tl 81, q
The tourist can leave Conway at noon and ar
rive in Boston at an early hour in the evening.
Penetrating as it does the most picturesque
portion of Maine and New Hampshire, this
road affords to the traveller unusual attractions.
Messrs. Samuel and Ansel Stevens, conduc-
tors on the trains, are very polite and unspar-
ing in their attention to strangers, and seem
happy IN impalting information. We under
stand that they have recently received from
their numerous friends several valuable ex-
pressions of regard; may these gifts and their
possessors shine together for many years!
Though we welcome so heartily this great |
key which unlocks large area of
our own State hitherto almost inaccessible |
and difuses the activities of our large marts of |
trade along this fertile valley, we feel that it |
would be uDgenerous in us not :. give one /
parting word to our good old stage coach sys-
tem-the reliable dependence OF the public for
50 many years. How many times we have 1
watched and waited for the stage! How many
times it has brought us a white winged mis-
sive; or better still, dear, Find friend. May |
mellow light keep bright its picture |
of an old-fashioned stage coach-its spirited |
quartette of horses, and all the pleasant asso-
Citations which have clustered about it! But |
our conductor announces "Hiram Bridgew
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