Litchfield enquirer., 1871-09-14

ing the ''Waramang' a;id ''Benton" Of the Press to Waralnaug and Bantam
 sa4 LAKE wARAAlAUG. *ert
 Early on the morning of the 1st ult having charter ed 'sone horse shay" anl packed in Mrs Pynx, and the whole trib. of little Pyuxes-we set out for Waramau. and stations. .. h.
 The day was one of the brightest: dam, natur,. seemed 10 Lave dome her boii.ia, attire to welcome the represen a:ive of tn, Press. We passed. through tue great tow1 of Bristol, just as it was rubbing open it: eyes-and, gettiNg drink of water iron tue tank hear I've store. to wash down th,
 dust of the last nights dissipatiop, we pro ceeded on our way, pas sing through tht prim little village Of Terryviile, siald oit
 Plymouth, and busy, bustllng ThonastoD and brought up at Ezekiel Burton s, ol the LItchtield road, in time for an earIy dinner. eiag-s a<} .te- .-f,l After refreshing the inntr man, anC slowing half peck of oats in the inuel hose, We again weighed anchor, and leav ing old Litcbfield in her stately grandeur |
 little to the right of our course; We crossed
 tue grade of the Shepaug valley R. R., an6
 bore down upon the little village of Ban
 tam. Here we found a little apparent i'm provement ill the business aspect of the place, since our last visit, the advent o
 ''ra,lroaders' having infused new life into thls hitherto sleepy community. The She paug Valley k R. Is nearly graded, and al
 last Lltchfield IS III a fair way to have rail way communication with the Western part of the county.
 Leaving Bantam to build it's railroad, we pushed on through Woodville, and College farms, and at about 3 F. M sighted the blue waters of old Waramaug-sleeping quietly in it's nest among the glant hills oi the old "Mountain County"
 Glorious old Waramaug! how many times have l ba:hed my truant limbs in thy limp i'd waters, or sitting upon thy rock bound shore, and gazing into the crystal depths, dreamed out those boyish fancies which contact with the rough world in later life has proved to be fancies indeed IN. B. That about the boyish fancies, Was pur- Joined from the fourth of July oration of one of Litchfeld's most promising young lawyers, delivered at Ash grove twenty years ago.)
 We'll, while We have beeu rhapsodizing, ''old Gray" has been jogging along; we have been jogging along; we have passed the little red schoolhouse where our young ideas were taught to shoot, and our flesh to start under the application of birch, and brought up under the wide spreading ma ple that OvershadOws the rose powered porch of "Home, sweet, sweet home''- ''the place where Mother lives," and where af. ter lfe's battles are over, we would fan re- tnE4 and mid its S qEe3t qE9he3 scapeEg c coil.
 Lake Waramaug Is romantic sheet of water about five miles long, by one wide, lying in three towns, Warren, Washington. and Kent. In former days it was known by the less pretentious name of Warren Pond; but the advent of city boarders and tourists has brought with it the title that heads this article.
 At the southern extremity of the lake, where it's pent up waters find an outlet forming the Aspetuck river, stands the lit tie village of New Preston, containing the remains of an old pig iron furnace, cot ton mill Tn operation carriage shops, flour ing mill, &c.; village that only needs facilities to deyelope into an embryo city. A railroad from this place to New Milford on the Housatonic is in contemplation.
 Standing sentinel over the outlet on either side, are two giant hills, known re- spectively as Mounts Waramaug, and Wyan- tenuck, named after traditionary ''red red hunters,' who dwelt near the lake in years gone by-by Rev. Dr. Bushnell, of Hartford, whose birthplace is this vicinity.
 Mt. Waramaug. on the east, is the high CT of the two, and huge mass of rock its head cloudward on the summit, called the pinnacle, Is visited by large num- bers of sight-seers every season. The view from the pinnacle is truly a magnificent one. North, east, south. and west, rise a succession of green hillsldes. interspersed with tree clad peaks, of every size and shape-and here and there amid little cluster of houses, is seen the white spire of the house of God. pointing toward heaven.
 On the summit of the pinnacle rock, some unknown hand, in past ages, has chiseled in the solid granite some mystical charac- ters, whose meaning and origin are wrapt in impen netrable my stery. Full we'll do remem- Der, when boy of twelve, climbing to this lonely spot one bleak November day; and with what feelings of awe I gazed upon this memento of past days could al- most hear the rustic of ghostly garments, as half fancied the spirits of the departed frequentefs of this weird spot, crowded and jostled the intruder upon their domain and with accelerated pace scrambled down the mountain side, glad to find my self once mora among cultivated fields, and other evidences of civilization.
 From the outlet of the lake,, on either side, runs dwell travelled road, following closely the sinuosities of the shore, making one of the most delightful drives to be found anywhere in Connecti- cut. -1...-'... aa
 Following the westerly shore for two miles, brings us to Cheere point, where Yankee enterprise has cleared up. a grove for picnic parties, and built a house where creature comforts are dispensed, and boats kept for the accommodation of sailing and fishing parties. .t..eg g..'.+7.e
 A little farther on is Point Beautiful, where professor Gum, of Washington, Ct, with his battalion of juveniles. hold high carnival for fortnight or more every sum. mer. Another mile to the westward, under the shadow of the ''Sugarloaf," is Ashgroye the residence of Geo. O. Hitchcock, the renowned stock grower, and where can be seen the largest stock of breeding mares and colts, to be found in the State. Or the north shore. upon gentle eminence overlooking the lake, stand two of the finest residences in Litchfeld County owned and occupied by Deacon W. Hop kins, and Edwin Beeman, Esq. These gen tlemen are both thorough, practical farm CTS. and the competence that they havs