The Portland daily press., 1871-04-22

dozen points further in the mIeIio' ,.rv
We know from the aspect o. - ta1 praS',.nr
that we are stll in the HaE fes Slimnses Of The
r;so, What is this group of two story double
ho',s.s nainfed yellow, that look as If they
iioa osc.rned from some half-crOwded town,
ms nay cot themselves in stiff and formal row
ON little entertainments in the middle of
large common, without fence or other sign
of individual proprietary rights visible in the
great plain that stretches off for half mile.
They look Shakerish, and yet they lack the
primness OF that peculiar people. We ask the
conductor and he tells us that 1t is "Gambo,"
or the once famous Horse. Beef Falls, and
that over the hill out of our sight the river
runs, and there are large powder-mil,s in the
vicinity. We are glad 10 get out of this dan
gerous locality, and yet we are sorry, for we
cross the river near here and run away from
1t in westerly direction toward Lake Sebago.
A mile or two further on the brakeman CANS
out "White Rock |" and we come to halt
There has been a vain attempt 10 PAM VI
lage here, so we turn from STUDY Ol Ine
houses to search for some prominent boulder
that gives the station its name, but cannot
discover it. White Rock Westinghouse,
| however, is pointed out to us on gentle ele-
walton some distance to the right. 1t is
quaint edifice standing gloomy and lonesome
with no company but dilapidated horse
shed. 1t is built upon broad fat rock, and
its architecture appears to be as substantial
as its foundation, Tor no architect could by
any possibility alter it to give it an uger look.
But we are now hurrying across the narrow
part of GOrham to the pleasant and fertile
farming town of Standish. Soon we find
ourselves running through the deepest cut
that We have found Oh our journey, and just
! as we begin to tire of the monotony we dash
across the Otter Pond, a clear and beautiful
| sheet OF water, empowered in trees, and i'm
mediately upon losing sight of it Lake Sebago
bursts upon the view on our right, stretching
far, far away with Frye's Island in the middle,
and low range Of hills in tile distance. We
are at the foot of the lake and leave the car
for a moment to run along its border. Here
| the railway company have begun some i'm
provements that will make the place more at
tractive for the excursonist and lover of ma
/ ture. A beautiful beach lies at our feet, flank
ed on one side by an extensive wharf at
which the little steamer is to receive her pas
sengers for sail across the lake and through
the chain OF ponds that run for miles up into
picturesque country, where fertile farms and
| thriving villages make the trip tour of pleas
| ure A fine large summer hotel is to be erect
ed at the foot Of the lake in time for the pleas
ure travel, which will have large hall, bill
| lard room and other conveniences; aud as 1t
| is only sixteen miles from Portland, no doubt
it will become a favorite watering place and
much sought. ,rrl. .-.ssest,r5ssrss
We resume our seat in the car. A high
embaakment cuts off the view of the lake
and we fear that we have left it behind us,
but in moment it bursts in full view again
and for nearly two miles we skirt its shore
| and feast upon its beautiful scenery. We
pass an embryo station to be called Richville,
and pass across low, DOGGY and sandy region
to Steep Falls, whore we strike the Saco.-
As we traverse this part of the journey we
| naturally assume that we are crossing what
was at no distant period in the past the bed
of pond or an expansion of the river, now
forced into narrower bed by gradual de-
post of decayed vegetation. Steep Falls is
enc of the busiest villaa es on the line It has
no great pretensons to external beauty, but
has practical population. Over million
and half feet of lumber il manufactured
| yearly and thousands OF garments are made
| for the Portland and Boston markets. Our
| way Dowlies along the lett pank of the Saco
and we have an almost uninterrupted view of
| its laughing waters for the rest of the ride,
| and we confess that enthusiastic poets and
| painters have not exaggerated their praises of
1t; and as the day is fair and the sky bright we
| vie with them in admiration of its majesty
| and power. East Baldwin is the next station,
| where We halt but moment and are seon at
Baldwin and thence go on to West Baldwin.
/ at DdiuW III duu 6iSO cG Otccp T alb We UOllc6
| An array OF stage.cOaches and a repetition of
the bri thing scenes incident at stations where
stage connections are made. The inhabitants
| of Limiaeton, Cornish, Porter and Freedom
| ind at these stations their nearest railroad
| advantages, anu the traffic that comes from
| these towns adds materially to the business
l vi the road.
Between Baldwin and West Baldwin Sta
tions the Ossipee river joins the Saco and we
NJ <lxnflu Hi
| West Baldwin is the present freight terminus
OF the road, and the great piles OF freight and
produce that ale daily collected here, and the
gathering OF heavy team wagons discharging
and receiving their valuable loads make this
| one OF the busiest places on the line. 1t ia
but short ride now to Hiram. Two miles
before we reach the station we have one of
the grandest scenes we have met In our ride
the Great Falls of the Saco dashing down
| the activity more than seventy feet, roaring
| aud t0amipg and throwing the spray into the
sunlight and forming bow of luminous col.
| oling above the whirlpool below. Speaking
| more accurately there are three distinct falls
within distance OF a little more than 30 rods,
| with descents ranging from 20 to 80 feet,
but as we look at them they are blended in
one magnificent cataract. Our bank Of the
river is bold and high. and the strsaaa 10 sonde
/ distance below US, while the opposite bank
rises more gently and stretches away some
distance before it reaches the lodges. We see
| the river and the falls through the naked
| branches of a grove, and midsummer will
hide them behind green curtain; but the
| railroad company propose to clear away these
| distractions to full view of the romantic
| spot. Locking directly forward as we leave
| the Great Falls in search of other attractions
we are almost startled at the sudden change
of scenery. Directly in our path stands
Mount Cutler, huge ledge Of gneiss and
trap rock with its almost perpendicnIar face
| turned toward us, bristiing with scrubbv.
| Guard rising to dispute our MASSAGE n tbe
mountain region. But we dash on and cross
| the river upon a graceful and po,samer-like
| iron bridge and look down upon the Saco
which is here widened tO several hundred
] feet and flows deep and dark between green
aud level banks. Turnino the fianE of The
threatening mountain we find q restino.r,a
at the Mount Cutler House close to i1s base
and so near that there is inst room enonoh
between them for the railroad track. This is
the end of our tourney. and after we have re-
leved ourselves of the dust of travel and been
refreshed at landlord Baston's table, we es-
say an ascent of the mountain, to witness the
| fine views to be had from the top. The north
ern spur appears to offer good road, but the
| way after all is tedious, and some scrambing
over the broken lodges is necessary We
reach the shoulder of the mountain and en-
| us-tne vIaee lying on both sides OF the
.,ea snu e.,;J;u ~ W covered Dridge, the
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