Connecticut western news., 1896-12-03
A TRIP TO FARVIEW.

Story of local trip contributed to the Tabu-
 la, (the High School paper of Torringtonl
 by Henry M.White, editor of the Torrington
 Register.
 Early in October, the month when orchard, vine and nut bearing trees pour their largess into the lap ot man; Octo- Der, when the earth puts on her gayest robes, resplendent in crimson and am Der and purple-in golden, glorious October, the writer and Prof Forbes as the guests of Dr Hanchett, took a trip to "Farview," on Canaan Mountain. Harry, the Doctors son, and Fred Gra- ham, completed the party, with Rufus. the colored driver. The route was up the narrow valley of the head waters of the Nsugatuck, the way opened through the hills for the mountains to send their tributes to the sea. Our horses seemed to enjoy their work, and as we sped along, the musical echo of the eight pair of steel clad hoofs rang iu metallic unison on the stony road. We come 10 where the four towns. Torrington, Win chester, Goshen and Norfolk corner to- gether, passing through all in short distance, where the long meadows stretch their green acres. Norfolk, the beautiful village, proud of its altitude among the hill summits, is passed and four miles beyond, the driver turns from the msiI road and guides his four up to l Q crest from which the land drops down on all sides.
 This is "Farview," on a spur of Ca naan mountain. The special road lead ing on to this summit was built by MT Robbins Bsttell when living. that every l body might have the pleasure of enjoy | ing the unequalled view that here spreads out before the delighted vision It is rightly named "Far view" A mighty panorama unrolls before the eye; hill, valley and mountain range succeeding one another, 8 seemingly endless procession of high lifted peaks the titanic elds of creation, bearded with the forests of centuries The autumnal hues glow and blaze in pyro- technics of colored flame, mingled with the dark green of the conifers. Nor | folk lies in basin. To the north IS 8 glorious sweep of noble hills, the splen. did crests of the Tsghconic, as they stream down from Massachusetts Ill blue panoply to meet the green armored hosts of Connecticut highlands. Grand est of all is Mount Washington, rising to an altitudinous central peak, this slopipg down to an escarpment of com manding proportions, the mighty base of the cloud kissing alp above. From it's hoar summit, the centuries, the aons of time, fall away, even as the days drop out of the life of man, but unlike him, leave no trace of the pass ing years on its majestic face. The | pv,s1 ock hk pile, sublime in the symmetry of its proportions, its mould only the shaping of his thought Thanking it above aud below. the sky line is painted in deeper blue with the crests of the sierras, whose slopes in the autumn air rest in dreamy shadow. Connecticut has no more beautiful view in it's borders, perhaps none AS beautiful
 | Farther along on Canaan Mountain is Lake Wangum, a perfect gem, forest bordered, its waters clear ss crystal. II was on it's northern shore that Dr Han chett had his natal home, and the ruins of the old forge which was run by his ancestors our party visited with much interest. Ephraim Hanchett ht re made anchors and bar iron, drawing the ore from Salisbury and taking the rnanufac tured work to the Hudson river. He employed six men in the forge and thirty to forty in all. The 750 pound steel trip-hsmmer was geared directly to the water wheel shaft, which seems strange to mechanics of to-day. The forge ceased work fifty years ago, after having run century. It is possible that the massive iron chain which the Revolutionary patriots stretched acros: the Hudson to stop the passage of the British war vessels, was made in Canaan Valley, for there were many other forges in old times, all now gone. Il might have been this very one. Ephrain Hanchett was an ardent temperance man an exception in those days, and know ing this 1t Is easy to see where Mir Mary H. Hunt, the world wide knowr advocate of temperance instruction 1T public schools, got her vigorous bias.
 On the return our party stopped il the most wooded part of the mountain and visited a settlement of charcoa burners. There were several coalpit, in the "bush." Little puffs of blu' smoke poured out from the "breathinl holes" in the cones of earth buried wood slowly being converted into pur, Z except in the diamond. A whitisl crust gathers, form of creosote. Tn, odor is the healing fragrance of tn, burned pine and we took long draught of it. A little further on two men wer, opening the top of a pit for few min utes to give it more air, and lofty col umn of smoke rose to the heavens, lik, the pillar of fire in the Israelite wander ings, enwreathing the men in its folds Fred takes a snapshot of the scene, anC of the hut where the charcoal burner live with their numerous progeny. I is weird blending of the human witl nature in her toughest aspects. Her, man gets very near to his original earth born beginning. for his life is spent il the bush away from the on.marchinl tides of civilization. moving from on, wooded area to another as he burns hi track before him.
 We return with indelible pictures 0 the scenes in our trip, to store among