The Portland daily press., 1872-08-02
Portland, Aug. 1, 1872.


more sentimentally inclined than whom located
in just that position, at the Sunset Partition, in
North Conway. 1 don't by any means consider
the thad of the green apples upon my head an
essential; but when you go into the country
you have to take things as they c6me, and there
are things harder than green apples
Sitting to-day upon the piazza of the Glen
House, in the very heart of the mountains,
look back at that view from my damp board
| and damp tree, and remember it as the thresh-
old Of this, That is as beautiful as this is
grand, and more perfect picture of rest than
it was, I cannot well imagine. True, the cans
will whistle in way that three years ago would
| have seemed mpossible-indeed, there are sew
| eral trains day-and, in the midst of my spin
ster reveries, I am reminded of all the recent
fuss and fiutter about the P. & O. Railroad
| question; but, at the same time, am reminded
| that cars are mole comfortable than coaches,
and that now nobody has to ride sixty miles by
stage to get anywhere. So 1 utter an involun-
tary petition for the rapid progress of the ex-
tension, and give three mental cheers for the
| P. &. o.
Besides, hear, to take off the effect of this
| whistle, the song of the moving machine, re-
| mote, yet clear and distinct, the click of the
croqueHballs, an anvil which would do credit to
| Basil the blacksmith, and, before me, q scene
| which would not do discredit to Acadia itself.
In the way of animated nature there are ba-
| by carriages innumerable, pushed about by the
| inevitable Bridget,-two or three artists UNI
brellas which might pass for toad stools but for
an unaccountable bobbing about-three dear
little boys in all the sweet innocence of child
| hood throwing stones at a bird over my head
and quarrelling as to the surest way of break
| ing his wing-ladies in pretty, fresh cambrics
and linens, or loud Dolly Vardens, starting off
in little parties for a walk-the blacklist "gen-
tleman from. Africa" that ever saw, smoking
the whitest clay pipe that anybody ever saw,
and thereby enjoying his rights-and several
gentlemen talking politics, going through ex-
actly the same process OF throwing stones and
| quarrelling, as the three boys ON the grass.
The enthusiasm for croquet is in no way d..
unfinished, while in the house, cards, dominoes,
jackstraws, draughts, and chess receive great
deal more than their share of attention. rn
Inanimate nature seems to be of less account
than one would suppose, and the individual
who lives quiet is regarded as a lunatic.
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house to compare notes as to their rooms ia
bles, dresses, friends, dances, &C., make birch
bark napkin rings, embroider clippers watch
for fresh arrivals, and read the hotel register
with great diligence. There are at present two
thousand people in North Conway all in search
of the easiest way to do nothing, and all, ap-
parently, finding it. = - o.
All these things saw while the apples were
beating tattoo upon my defenceless head, but
the beauty of those intervales how shall 1 tell?
Fully half an hour did stare fixedly at the
Ledge, which the guide books describe minute
ly as bearing the distinct figure of a white
horse" Don't you believe word of it, and
don'tever spend any time looking for it, There
is a white spot, which resembles an umbrella,
OF table-cloth, or, perhaps whitewashed
ral.-fence, but white horse never Instead of
puzzling your brain, making your eyes ache,
and injuring your disposition by looking for
what isn't there, sit still where You are, (suppos-
ing you to be there and, looking little to the
left dream as long as you choose and, without
any effort on your part, looking at scene
which would repay hours of climbing.
There are, just below you, smooth fields green
as green can be save ono little piece of newly
ploughed land which looks like square of
brown satin stretched tight upon the velvet
grass. There are orchards whose>t trees are pic
| turesque but, I imagine, not very fruitful.
There are elms, some reaching out their hands
toward The Heaven for which zoe pray, others
trying to touch the soft grass beneath, but all
dripping from the rain bath of the night before
The half ripe grain waves its feathers in the
wind till the shadows of the clouds upon its
surface seem full of ghosts. Over the river the
mist is rising like sea, the sharp fierce little
Hedges" stand like sentinels in the rear, and,
in the midst of the green fields, one tall slender
elm high above the others, looks an immense
exclamation point in amazement at the beauty
all around it, Through the leaves the sunlight
shines with world of tenderness and lights up
the face of the little white village of Conway,
sitting at the feet of the mountain.
Twas afraid to go away, lest when come
back again, it shall all have disappeared; but,
beyond there are other mountains and fields
urging me on and, besides, the Glen stage is
| ready. The driver is insensible to green-apple
trees and views" but ''them bosses is smok-
in already" he says and I am bundled up on
the highest peak of the range and trundled off
| to the Glen House. But that driver is thing of
| joy forever and "will appear in our next"
~ YOUNG WOMAN ABOUT Town.