Connecticut western news., 1879-09-10
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 NEW SWITZERLAND In a recent number of the NEWS l saw that the correspondent from Huntsville made the suggestion that John Gossip had stepped down and out" from the columns of the NEWS, which sur misal quickened me into the following com munication. In the first place John Gossip is not modest enough to step down" so long as his spoutings are tolerated. Secondly. he has stepped "out' 10 the granite state whose old hJls-l beg their pardon, n1ou1atdSns- charming lakes and valleys have so fascinated his eyes and seduced him into many rambles and drives among them, that John Gossip has become lazy fellow Ink bottle clogged with flies and mold, pens rusty and useless are the poor utensils With which l must tell my story.
 Just at present an stopping at the foot of Mt Kearsarge, whose conical summit arisesj 3 800 feet above me, crowned with a hotel, from whose roof light sheds it's light down upon the valley below, like faithful beacon. A beautiful landscape lies before me. Looking north some twenty miles or more Nit. Washington. dark and blue, raises it's head above it's sister peak among the clouds. as though it were support for their misty banks. Toward the west, across the now brown fields for about a halt a mile brings you to Cathedral Woods, Gods temple whose lofty pines and cool dark shades you are 10th to leave, though the path through them does lead you out upon romantic little place-a group of knols surrounded with tasty residences and hoels. commanding a grand view of the Saco Valley aud the Mt Washington range. Lyin9 between Mote Mt. and Kearsarge. lntervale has been proper ly named. A mile from Iptervale south, a pretty sheet of water known as Echo Lake nestles at the foot of one of tle lodges, whose perpendicular sides is tbe echo to the lake, Midway toward the top perfect figure of a horse is stamped in granite on it's face, and gives it the name of White Horse Ledge. Above this, the irregular range of Mote forms a barrier on the west.
 In many ways have we whirled by the happy summer hours in jolly fellowship. For each sunshiny day there has been new walk or drive some Interesting excursion or rough and ready picnic. Ra'uy days we ''pull' mo}asses candy, pop corn, roast po- tatoes over an open wood fire; music and dancing for the sedate in the parIors. Hunt
 ing for heu's eggs io the barn calls quite a nl mber, while another gioup stretch them- selves upon the fragrant now of hay, and go over the old college days together. Moon light nights are memorialized by tne hay-rack ,ide. Many of your readers who have not been il New Hampshire may not know the nature of bay-rack ride, as it is an iastitu- ton peculiar to the noun; aims. A long deep wagon, something the shape Of charcoal cart, dtawu by four horses, and filed with loose hay is driven up to 'he door, into which scramble every variety of human life, from the dignifed belle, elderly natron, bread and outer school miss, 10 the grave collegian, fopl ish youth and schoolboy, each passenger carrying a mystcrioHs instruments some tin pans, iron lettles, dinner horns, anything that will make noise. At given signal the grand tattoo is beaten: the dinner horns be- gin to bray, the horses plunge franticallv for ward, and we are dashing over the hills. The young ooes are all happy, and we older ones are young once more, and nearly happy. That digniicd Professor f1om a well known college, who has aided in holding so many brilliant characters for lie, forreits the respect of no one present. because he is wear ing the sunhat of a school gil beside b'm who is helping him 10 sing ''My old Joe lived down in the clover" Oh, these moonlight drives Row we dislike to have tbem end, for the careless spirit goes with them, and the old life comes back. JOHN GOSSIP.