The Newtown bee., 1894-09-21
Around the Preside.
FEN ROUTE FOR THE WHITE NOUN
 .TAINS.

the "Eastern Shore Road," which affords many pleasant glimpses of the ocean and maritime towns. We pass Lynn,the city of shoes, surrounded by thrifty melon patches on the outskirts. Salem is approached with an involuntary shud- der as we recall the tragic events of 1692. Gallow's Hill is a conspicuous eminence overlooking the city and sur rounding shore. Whether the fathers who laid out Marblehead intended to perpetrate a standing joke cannot now be determined. The peculiar head shaped rocks irregularly placed, evident ly were designed by nature to be left to themselves. They simply defy all at- tempts to lay out village with street that shall intersect another at right an- gle. Head shaped rocks, houses, gar dens, cattle trying to find living, are intermixed in a unique and amusing tumble. Many queer houses are still standing that were built before the Revo- lution. The old historic town of New buryport is built on an abrupt declevity of the Ierrimac. Portsmouth, the only seaport of New Hampshire, is almost entirely surrounded by water. It is beautiful from every point at which we see it. ''Continental Island,' on which is located the United States Navy Yard, is easily distinguished, as are it's build ings. There are many islands in the barbor. We gaze oceanward hoping tc catch the outline of the Isle of Shoals longing especially for one bit of the blue Appledore, the picturesque house of Ce lia Thaxter, who interprets the Song o1 the Sea as if she were the daughter o1 Oceanis. We cross the Piscataqua anc take flying look at Kittery, where wal planted the
 in 1924. From this point we circl around and fly northward through NeV Hampshire. From Rochester onwart the change in the character of the coun try becomes apparent. Steadily we ar ascending the plateau from which tn White Mountains rise. The farms ap pear sickly, the corn short and ear small, the hay yield is less than hal that of Connecticut to the acre. A Milton we reach the foot hills, which re semble the Berkshires in the Westerl part of Massachusetts. Small hut-lik houses rest at the foot of the hills. Lit tie graveyards seem to be in the yer. back yards as if, hopeless of future the villages are tenderly protecting tn past. The mountain sides are clothe with iunipers and ferns. How the cour try rolls as we speed on. Two starve looking cows gaze at us from tabl rock. The traveller beside us recalls tn - sheep and goats he has seen on tn
 Scotch Highlands, and in the SWis
 mountains, and bewails the fact tha
 while the Switzer is thrifty and content
 ed in bis craggy chalet, and gets his bu
 ter, cheese and fresh meat from his f1oc ' fed on the patches of Alpine verdur' . the New Hampshire farmer has settle
 down in wasting despair. It seems
 if the introduction of sheep and goat
 would bring in new hope and a payin
 industry. From North Wakefield, whel
 is beautiful island-gemmed lake, enci
 cled by mountains, the train stops at a
 the little desert places to accommodat
 the summer boarders. The stations al
 bright with happy life. coaches four-i r hand, and less pretentious carriage
 come with gay parties to welcome th
 newly arrived guests. So clears so coo so peaceful, the wealth of the citit ought to "turn poverty out" and indee
 the further we penetrate into the moui . tains, we see evidence that this is bein
 done.