Morning journal and courier., 1894-04-06


 for itself through narrow Assures and masses of ice, as if eager to escape from its wihtry thraldom.
 We crossed the brook, crawling on hands and knees or sliding across some icy bridge which looked ready to crush under our weight. The brook here turns at an ab- rupt angle, and following this turn we came upon Q sight which fully repaid us for all our struggles. The walls of the heads, their tops covered with 6 thick growth of young trees, shutting out the daylight. The sides were covered with heavy carpet of luxuriant ferns and green moss, looking as fresh as in May or June.
 During my summers visits I had con- sidered this spot delight, but now, amid it's Wintry surroundings, it was wonderful. "A perfect arch of ice had formed directly across tho face of the falls, stretching from side to side and having it's foundation in hugs masses of icy rocks. From beneath fantastic shapes. Down came the torrent of water, but instead of striking and fall ing over the arch 1t rushed headlong down on the inner side, leaving the glittering bridge ever in sight and guarded on either side by walls of ice and immense bou1ders covered with the same shining mass, ever dripping from the deluge eaucily dashed over them as the water hurried down it's mad course. Far up above the falls could bs seen little patch of blue sky, pseping through the trees. Suddenly through this opening fash of sunlight shot down acroes the face of the falls. The icy arch glowed as though encrusted with spark ling gems and glitterina pearls hung from every icicle. A warm, mellow light filled the ravine for second and then was gone, but we had seen the picture in it's differ ent lights and 1t was complete.
 The first Sunday of my stay, opened my eyes upon 6 world hidden beneath 6 soft coverlet of snow. The sun had not appeared over the mountain, when I stepped out to enjoy the picture spread be. fore me. There was not sign of life any where, but column of smoke curling lastly up from our one neighbours chimney, proved after all, that I was not the oaiy Every bush and branch bent under It's glistsning burden. The mountains, which yesterday rose black and rugged against dull sky, now stood proudly forth, every bare rock and outline softened by it's snowy robe. The meadows stretched down to the river, gleaming white, with here and there e fence rail topped with 8 snowy night-osp. and seemingly striving to rise from their soft beds.
 At the foot of the mountains lay the Housatonic river, huge cakes of ice float ing along on it's surface. Over the that it had the appearance of a solid mass of white clouds. Gradually faint pink haze spread over the whole land. It deep ened into 8 rosy hue and shroudsd the mountain with . bewitching veil, while across the top stretched broad band of an ever deepening hue until the summit seemed to be mass of flame. Down to- ward Kent nothing could be seen but clouds of rosy light. Then from behind the eastern mountain flashes of yellow light shot up. The rosy light faded away; the pink veil disappeared from the face of the opposite mountain, and once more 1t stood in radiant white. Up rose the eun in splendor over the mountain. and great shafts of light lit up the grand old fortress which he had triumphantly scaled. The river fog fed in dismsy before this con- queror and the water flowed and sparkled as If conscious of weight removed. light, and the snow covered bushes twinkled and glewed with everchansing hues.
 The call to breakfast reminded me that one cannot subsist entirely on even such 8 feast of beauty, still time and again turned for one more look, shading my eyes with my hand, the brightness was so in- tense.
 recall now the jolly rides on the log sled when went with my uncle to haul wood. The horses prancsd along through the deep snow hardly able to restrain their hands which guided them. They tossed their heads and sniffed the keen air with evident delight, apparently in for a good time ss we'll ss myself. Then on the re- turn trip the long sled was piled high with its load of wood and was perched on top, clinginR for dear life to one of the stakes at the end. Such delightful pictures were spread out all along the way. The moun- tains towering up just across the road, SO near we could hear the moan of the wind as it swept through the fir trees-that pe- shiver involuntarily; the brook rushing along now under fantastic bridge of ice, now rushing around fallen trea stump, and finally, after many coquettish curves and twists, mingling it's bright waters with the Housatonic. As we neared home VIC could hear the deep roar of the falls and the dash of the water as 1t fell over the dam.
 Inte the last week of my stay was crowd ed great deal of enjoyment, and perhaps my delight In 1t all was more intense be- cause not anticipated.
 One may go far to find more attractive spot than this at any season of the year. If exhilarating in winter, it is restful and altogether satisfactory in summer. In fact, if one takes the Berkshire division of the Houeatonic road he will find, after leaving Shelton behind, that the whole country is picturesque and beautiful. When the train winds up over the hills at 1 Stevenson and one looks down into the