Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1886-09-10
LUNENBURGH VT.
Correspondence of the Brockton, Mass,
Enterprise.

Correspondence of the Brocktop, Mass,
Enterprise.
Among those who, each summer,
fly from the cities and large towns
in quest of health and rest, and
their accompanying enjoyments,
how many have been so fortunate
as to spend few quiet weeks in
the little town of Lunenburgh away
up on the border of the Green
Mountain State?
On the seventh of July, a beauti-
full, warm day, we babe our friends
in Massachusetts, goodbye, taking
with us their kindest wishes that
few weeks of pure mountain air
might bring the roses back to our
pale checks and new lights to our
tired eyes. At Z o'clock in the
evening we found ourselves steam
ing out of Boston harbor in the
good steamer fremont, bound for
Portland, Maine. And for once we
were glad to see the spires and
smoke-stacks of old Boston fade in
the distance. The evening was
beautiful. The pale young moon
threw its calm radiance over the
waters, and gave to each passing
object mystic beauty all its own.
1t was very late when at last we
left the deck and retired to our
staterooms. At 4 O'Clock in the
morning we were awakened by the
throwing Of heavy ropes and other
noises and in q few moments the
boat lay quietly at her wharf's side
in Portland harbor.
We were up betimes; and how
lovely the harbor looked in the
curly morning sunlight. We
enjoyed it to the full, as we stood
by the decks rail and drank in
great draughts of the pure, salt air.
But haze III the atmosphere, even
thus early, betokened hot day for
the remainder of the journey, and
we were very glad when after TAX
ing hack across the city to the
Eastern depot, we found ourselves
at last seated in the cars on our way
to Lunenburg4H On first leaving
Portland we found nothing particu-
larly striking in the scenery, al
though on beautiful summer morn
ing all nature is lovely; but when in
a few hours We found ourselves in
the grand old mountains, we were
filled with awe and admiration.
Words have no power to express
the grandeur and beauty of the
scenery as revealed to us from our
car window as we swept along. On
we went by beautiful Sebago Lake,
through North Conway, Intervale
with Mt. Kearsarge in the distance
through to Avalanche Break, with
Mt. Webster looming up on our
right and Mt. Willard on our left
on through the Crawford Notch
where the railroad IS cut through
solid rock; from which we emerged
and beheld Mt. Washington, the
monarch peak of the White Mount
aims, with the Summit House at the
top and the railroad running up its
side.
We had gazed until it seemed a
relief to leave the train at Fabyan's
and descend from the heights in
which we had been soaring, to the
prosaic but to US enjoyable task of
eating hearty dinner. How hun
CRY we were! The mountains could
wait for us to look at them, but we
could not have waited much longer
for our dinner. In half hour we
gayly re-entered the train refreshed,
and in readiness to enjoy the new
sights awaiting us.
An hour or two more through the
beautiful mountains, and we stepped
out upon the platform of the little
station at Lunenburgh. But do not
think for moment that we left the
beauty all behind us. Lunenburgh