The Bennington banner. [volume] (Bennington, Vt.) 1858-1894, 1891-08-14
FROM MANCHESTER TO GRANVILLE,

FROM MANCHESTER TO GRANVILLE,
A Drive Which for Beauty Excels Any 10
be Found in the COuntry-Nature'a
Grandeur LaVished on Every Hand
Sparkling Waters.
1t is constant complaint about the
drouth of this place, the flood of that,
the heat of the one or the cold of the
other. Does it seem, to search the wide
world over, there could be found a state
of more even temperature, with the sun
shine and showers more evenly dis
tributed, than in this old Vermont and
its bordering states? The attention of
the public is all the time being walked up
to the fact that it is better to spend its
money on improving and identifying the
resorts of pleasure about itself, rather
than to leave them, and pay its
money to the cause of identifying other
resorts of perhaps less attraction than
those lying within its own limit Where
is a more beautiful drive to be
found than from Manchester to Gran
Vile.
Starting from quiet Manchester, which
is nestled snugly at the foot of Mount
Equinox, one finds himself on good
road travelling, as it seems, past sea
of densest green, the fields of bright
green, with here and there stretch of
nearly ripened grain, or a strip,of golden
tasseled corn, while at the back of these
stand the noble mountains, capped at
times with the pure white of their mar
BILE quarries, or in some places the quar-
ries appear at the foot or half way up
these lofty heights. When one reaches
the pretty little Village of Dorset, clothed
as it were in its garments of white with
its magnificent shade and beautifully
trained vines lover porches and win
-dows) for trimming, this seems just the
place for rest; just the place for one to
forget his troubles and bask in natures
own bowers.
But our drive is not completed. Going
ON one mile and half what is generally
known as the ''Dugway"- although
sometimes dignified by the title
Lovers Lane'' is reached. This piece
of road, cool and delightful in the shade,
the air redolent with the perfume of its
freshness, is treat after the dust and
heat of the shadeless road. In the quiet
village of East Rupert, one sees in some
A1laces the air of thrift-while in others
hand of "moth and rust' is laid on
9th hand of vengeance. The scenery
ABOUT this place is indeed beautiful,
with the massive hills at its back, and
the windings and murmurings of the
river that through it flows. How can
it fail to impress one with its quiet
beauty?
In addition to these attractions, one
half mile to the north, flows the little
gurgling stream of Hager brook. Fol-
lowing up this brook for half mile,
one finds falls of no mean height. This
falls is surmounted by the lofty rock,
called ''Table Rock" The trees, now in
foliage, cling to the precipitious sides of
this gorge and seem to lean over and
almost meet above the dark turbulent
depths, in which the water thunders.
The lesser falls are all the way down
from the big falls to the foot of the hill,
so, every now and then, the eye is de-
lighted at the sight of the water as it
pours milky white over rocks, and
tolls black and deep under moss-covered
rocks.
The next real wonder, not to say
beauty, for all is beauty, is when the
eye rest on the distant, yet magnificent
"Old Haystack." This appears in the
distance like one endless bank of velvety
green; nor is it in grandeur one bit less
upon arriving at its base. From the sum-
init one is able to see over many miles
of the surrounding country.
Now, after passing many thrifty, we'll
kept farms with their white painted
farm houses, one reaches Granville, a
booming, prosperous village of the En-
pire state. This place has such an air of
prosperity about it that one recognizes
at once that here business is life and
work pleasure" Should one choose
to leave the main road and follow the
one that leads to Wells, he soon finds
himself in that small village, and little
beyond is that fine sheet of water, Lake
st. Catherine. This lake twenty-five
years ago was made nothing of except
for fishing and picnicing purposes,
but by the right kind of business men
taking hold and working with royal
will, it stands to-day among the finest
of summer resorts.
The drive from Manchester to Gran
vile or Wells will take rank for grandeur
and beauty, combined and alternating,
with any in the world.-M. B. II. in
Granville, N. Y, Sentinel