The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1885-09-17

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ger and aesthetics were never congenial
companions, so finding Il shady spot our
stores were opened and we picniccd in
true gypsy style.
Again on and up, by farms and saw
mills, rocky pastures and cherry brooks,
gathering late berries or picking nose
gay as the fancy seized us At last we
reached the last house on our road,
which lies directly at the foot of the
mountain. We took farewell glance of
civilization, the green hills lying on all
sides, with here and there Il bit of GRIM
son or gold where nature had doned her
autumnal attire, and then began the as
cent through the woods, keenly alive to
the delightful shade, and fragrance of
pine and balsam. The road, although
carefully worked and repaired, is ex-
ceedingly rough. Clear springs bubble
at its sides and run across it; and
between mud, rocks, roots and water
bars we took considerable involuntary,
but, violent exercise. The gentlemen
humanely walked to Tighten the burden
of the horses, and amused themselves
by telling the ladies', who rode, that if
they would only sit still they would
find it much pleasanter, and just then
the vehicle would jolt over huge stone
and prove, amidst chorus of obs and
much laughter, how impossible it was
TO profit by their Suggestions.
II is four miles from the entrance of
the woods 10 the Killington House,
which is 800 feet; perpendicular,
| from the summit OF tho mountain. No
one bnt he who has ridden them knows
| how long those miles are. Trees rise
high Gil all sides, the green relieved oc-
| casionallv bv the bleached trunk of
some pine that stretches its skeleton
arms beseechinglv upward. Two miles
up is Stub Hollow. . partly cleared spot
on the mountain side, where half doz-
ell of these gray ghosts stand sentinel.
| But our pass word is ''onward and up
ward" and by five O'Clock the little ho-
tel, homcly but hospitable, gladdens
our eyes. Mine host, Myerhotlcr is at
the door to bid us welcome as only he
can. We were glad to leave our cramp-
ed positions and enter the coy hospice,
guiltless of paiut within and without
and walls aud ceilings without plaster
or paper, yet, one may go far before
finding pleasanter Inn. A huge stone
fire place is built into the, room in which
merry fire was cracking Oh the fire
dogs. Birch bark with bits of grren and
brown moss still clinging to it took the
place of wall paper, green branches,
trailing moses, curious bits of bark
and fungus adorn the chimney place,
depend from beam and bracket and
give spicy odor to the room. Pretty
chintz, curtains the windows, coy cush-
toned rocking chairs extend their arms
invitingly, books lie waiting reader,
and everywhere the eye is pleased with
some bit of scenery, cluster of bios
SONS, or some other token of the Won
derful skill of our hostess BRUSH for
Mrs. Meyerhotler is fine artist, as
we'll as a most charming and lovable
wome. After we had taken in all these
picturesque items and rested somewhat
each took an alpine stock and shawl and
prepared to ascend to the summit to see
the sun set. What climb that was!
The ascent is very steep and irregular,
vegetation ceases before the top is reach
ed and as one looks back over the road
lie has travelled the chimneys of the ho-
tel seem to be directly under his feet.
Looking down on the sharp rocks one
lrembles to think what the result would
be of one false step.
At last the goal of our days ambi-
ton is reached, and wrapped in shawls,
skirts and walls Tutoring in the wind,
we look around us. From our feet to
the horizon roll, wave upon wave,
Whal seem huge mountains to the valley
jewellers, but TO lis mere hills. The set
ting sun gilds the top of all, heavy
shadows rest nj their bases, and heir
sides shade from black 10 pale green as
the last rays strike them. The glory of
that scene words cannot describe, 1t
was Gods own expression of his great
ness aud cannot be translated. Look in
any direction and q hundred and fifty
miles lie between YOU and the horizon.
You see Mt Marcy, i'll n. y; Owls
Head, in Canada; Mt. Washington, tie
grand Monadnock and Kearsarge, in
\. H.; Wachusett in Mass: Portland
harbor, Maine: and nearly every peak
of importance il Vermont, Killingion
being the highest in the State. Near at
hand the mountains are densely wooded
and of a beautiful green, but as they
become more distant the hue changes
to blue then gray, and in their midst
lies the sparkling waters of Lake Cham
plain.
, The sun went down, thirteen minutes
behind almanac time, with crimson
glow, tinging the clouds and higher
peaks delicate pink and babe good
night to the wonderful panorama, leav-
, ing the sublime, and descending to the
, practical, i'll the shape of a most appe-
/ tizing supper. Then the lamps were
lighted, more wood laid on the fire and
+ we gathered about the table for rub
Der at whist. One Young lady was SO
tired with the days pleasure that even
now, she does not know whether she
was beaten or not. We were all abed
: by ten O'Clock and fully determined to
, be up in season to see the sun rise, but
. the morning was too foggy and after
peeping out at the dense, white mist
that drove by the windows, each return.
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