The daily morning journal and courier., 1896-08-19
NOTES OF A SUMMER JOURNEY
A Short Bplstle From New Haven Peo-
 pie at the White Mountains,

pie at the White Mountains.
 Having in previous years spent the summer season at seaside resorts, we decided that this time our trip should be through the Granite State.
 Our journey must be for business, as well as pleasure, the first being the giving of musical entertainments in the parlors of different hotels
 As to the pleasure, each must enjoy herself In her own way My friend never having seen the green earth, nor yet the blue expansive heaven, she be- ing from birth totally blind, yet, withal, so gifted, that the lack of physical sight would seem to count but little.
 The first two weeks of July proved time of enforced rest to us, it being too early for the extensive arrival of guests. The first of our concerts was given July 21st at the Centre house, Centre Harbor. From there, drive of about eight miles brought us to Mount Livermore, two miles beyond Holderness. Our horse seemed to have 1 learned the art of dancing, the practice of which might have pleased us better had our road been level plain, instead of preeipitous mountain. We next jour neyed to North Woodstock, where we 1 found ourselves in the very midst of the mountains. Nowhere have we en- | joyed ourselves more than there. Noun tains on every side, shutting us in like a grim wall. Everywhere gleamed the clear, limpid water of one or other of 1 the beautiful lakes with which this part of the country abounds,
 On Friday last, we drove fifteen miles 1 from North Woodstock to Franconia, leaving the mountain view at a. m. We arrived at about 10 at the tollgate, where we alighted, and began a walk which, one having taken, is not likely I soon to forget. Up 8 narrow. perilous bridge we toiled; then over rocks worn smooth till at last we stood breathless but delighted on 8 plank just big enough to afford a foothold
 For once at least we had reached the | height of our ambition. Who shall de- scribe the Hume as we then saw it? I say we, for am sure my friend saw as much as I; perhaps more Who shall say? The sight that met our view made us feel how impotent is man.
 Rocks above and about us, which might at any moment come crashing down to hurl us into the terrible depths below Directly above loomed two huge walls, between which the water leaped and thundered till it seemed that all earth's mighty waters had gathered themselves for one great plunge into eternity. As I see these 1 poor words of description before me, I l feel how useless my pen for such a l task; yet the rocks will stand and the water thunder till Gods hand changes all things. It would seem that this great feast were enough for one day 1 but not so. On reaching the vicinity of the Profile house our driver drew rein and said There is the old man in the mountain" Sure enough, there he was in all his majesty. I had al- ways been possessed of the idea that one must appeal strongly to the imagi- nation in order to see clearly these fea- lures of rock, but no indeed! One need l but use the naked eye to see the noble head lying in all its perfection before him It is hard to believe that from head to chin is full eighty feet, but our driver assured us this is correct. Al ter dining at the Forest Hills house a drive of about five miles landed us in Bethlehem. The scenery there is less fine than at North Woodstock. Or Saturday last we attended a concert given by Boston orchestra, the music being exceptionally good.
 Taken as whole, we find the people kind and hospitable, and more than or dinarily inclined to appreciate good mu- sic, most hotels having a regular or chestra. We can hardly declare our. selves homesick since we find liberal sprinlSllng of New Haven people with whom, though not all personally known to us, we can but claim fellow feel ing. We shall probably continue oul trip indefinitely
 LOUISE F. WIGHTMAN.