Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1883-09-01

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the last day of Dr. Cullis' mae.;n,s 10 o S,a
" welcomed them, and at ,'cioek W
the last bundle of baggage HAVING bsan ~
.ureiy strapped underneath the carriage with
tne Dag OF oats which never leaves boma
without we left Old Orchard for saco a.
lance OF SIX miles. The horses. flor We nos.
nave pair anb four for a load instead os
'"o.) ieeiIng fresh FROM their long rot
soon Drlng Us in sight of the ci,v ~
oaco. regret to say that being sho,t
oi time we were obliged to leave tho
principal part of the city on our lefr
and hurry on to the village of Pux,on
sonetimes called Bar Mills, seven mile.
farther. where we make short call %
| friends, who formerly lived in our own VII
isge. Declining their urgent invitation tn
stop all night, We continue to follow the Sac,
river (Which we first saw bptxeen &C. a.I
Buxton) until we cums 10 Modarat;or IT,
| village, which is west of Buxton nrone, "a roo
| much of a business place to be called MOI
GRAFTON Ii Is connected with Buxton bv
steamboat that carries freight. and nassep-
gers If desired. We leave the village bab;,d
as the stars begin to show themselves win
the next hotel twelve miles ahead at S,ee,
rails, but with with no expectation of reach.
ing there for the night. We arrive AT Stand
ish -Four Corners Via York's Corner at 3 70
~heIe we make our first appeal to Mr.
Tphrain higgins VINO, after consulting his
better half, decided that we can stop for the
night e
Our tired horses properly cared for ws
are shown to two large cool rooms. where We
find the genuine feather beds, which are
most too comfortable for a warm night I'm,
from which we rise in the morn well rested
ana anxious 10 resume our Journey which ac-
duires more interest as we near the distant
mountains. They are ever before us. and az
we gradually near the foot hills, We get oc.
casional glimpses Of the higher peaks be-
yond. We enjoy every minute; every turn
In the road unfolds something new and inter
esting, and unlike the cars, our five or six
miles an hour gait is becoming very ex-
pert withal little conceited in timing dis
tances) allows us TO not only see, but study
everything Of interest. Heavily laden blue
berry and raspberry bushes frequently tempt
US to stop, and as we are out
for good time, in no great haste
we let the horses rest in the shade while we
NIL our drinking cup (and perhaps ourselves)
with the iusciOus fruit Leaving Higgins a
little late, sixteen mile drive brings us to
Hiram to dinner, via. Steep Falls where we
get our first view of the Portland & Og,IeDs-
burg K X which with the Saco River we now
follow through the Notch. Passing Col. c.
+. Mattock's Riverside Stock Farm" in
Baldwin. and Hiram Falls in Hiram.
through breaks in the trees we get some
beautiful views of the falls without leaving
the carriage, and were it not for keeping our
dinner waiting for US at Hiram, we should
have been tempted to take nearer view of
them Mr.. +. Pugsley meets us at the door
of the Mt. Cutler House, and graciously
ushers us into the dining room, where a
good dinner Is set before US, to which we do
ample justice. A, having found some nice
white dread made from home grown
wheat, had TO be urged from the table. and it
was only after being told that threatening
clouds indicated that we might have to stop
to supper, that he induced to give the
weary table girl a rest. Hiram we found 10
be a very pleasant little village on both sides
of the Ssco, we having crossed to the west
side (for the first, but it was not to be the
last time) just before reaching the hotel
which is very pleasantly located, with the
river with good boating iaciitieS) in front
and Mt. Cutter in the rear. The threatening
clouds dissolved into rain, as left the
table and for an hour il just poured after
which 1t neither rained or cleared Off leaving
us quite undecided a. to whether we should
start for Fryeburg, II miles farther or stay
where we were. running the risk of As
bringing upon himself fit of indigestion
Nv attaCk on Tue nome grown
wheat bread. Duty compels me to say
that We did not leave till seven
O'Clock, and before eight we found ourselves
travelling through dense woods which we had
been told would be some eleven miles long
and when travelled in dark, rainy night we
certainly think 1t cannot be called ten. We
whistled, (and would have sung it we could.
told stories and jokes, till like everything
else the woods came to an end, and we found
ourselves in Fryeburg. Safe and dry we
landed on the piazza of the Fryeburg House,
met by the landlord Mr.. II. Z. Barrett, who
inquired III we rained down" After a good
nights rest, a clear sky and good breakfast
put us in good humor in the morning, and we
strolled out to see the prettiest village our
whole trip was to show Fryeburg takes
the cake Its broad, level and shady streets
with pretty private residences either side,
Lovel Pond well stocked with bass. and
Jockey Cap, an immense boulder 200 feet
high, plenty of game, lin proof of which
MIR. Heath caught a big bear only two
miles from the village a few days ago.
| These, With many other attractions must
draw a arge amount of summer travel. and
we have no doubt that the Fryeburg House
gets it, share. After call on friend, who
rode out to Jocky Cap with us, we started for
/ North Conway, over pleasant, easy road,
| Formerly the Saco traversed a distance of
thirtv-oEe miles in the town of Fryeburg,
/ making complete oxbow bat some years ago
/ a canal was dug across the narrow neck of
/ land, forming a new channel Except in high
| water leaving some of the finest intervae
/ farms that can be found in the State. 1t is
ten miles to North Conway. The road is very
circuituous. at first pursuing a southwest
course, gradually bearing away to the west in
! order To get round Green and Rattlesnake
| Mountains, and as we near CONWAY, to
the northwest, reaching due north
course as we drove into Conway village.
While going a northwest course we leave
| Chocorna and Muat Mountains on our left
and as we drive up to the Mcmillan House
| on Mt. kesrsarge. which is on our right, and
north of Green and Rattlesnake mountains.
With good field glass we could even see
the doors of the house. which is siy miles
away hy the oasy carriage road which has
been built to the summit. We are cordially
received by the genial clerk, Daniel Steward
North Arson man, who is spending his
thirteenth season at the Mcmillan House,
and when we say that this popular mountain
resort sets the best table we found in the
mountains within easy drive OF Echo Lake,
Cathedral Ledge Dianas Baths and MANY