The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1897-08-06

Daniel Webster began his career
as a lawyer. At Plymouth we
are fully within the mountain
region and from this point on
ward our eyes will feast upon
cliffs, peaks. crags and splashing
waterfalls. We reach the valley
of the Ammonoosuc, that fitful
stream that bursts from the side
Of old Mt. Washington. The
mountains are gradually hem
ming us in on all sides but the
train finds a passage way and
bears us onward--past the Twin
Mountains; past Bethlehem and
then comes Fabyans and every
body hastens from the train. This
place for upwards Of 100 years
has been the general rendezvous
of all White Mountain tourists.
Fabyans is not q own-only one
grand hotel so perfect in all its
appointments so beautiful and
elaborate that it must be seen TO
be appreciated. We are now at
the base Of Mt. Washington and
from the hotel piazza we gaze
upward at the battlemented crags
upward to where its cloud.en-
shrohded crest rises sixty-three
hundred feet to meet the sun
asdlstorm.
ABOVE THE CLOUDS on MT.
WASHINGTON.
TIE summit OF Mt. Washing
ton, may be reached either by the
fan6ns cog railway or by clam
berlng up the rugged and peril
GUS loot paths, an undertaking
that IS atall times attended by
cons derable risk of life and limb.
AS u ) are not feeling greatly in
need q exercise we readily con-
ciudd that the cog railroad is the
one best suited to our require.
ments. The distance from the
hotel to the summit is about
seven miles and the grade of this
wonderful railway, in places, is
1874 inches to the yard. The trip
upward requires overan hour and
the passenger experiences sensat
tions difficult to describe. At
the base Of the mountain and for
many hundred feet up the tall
pines with their rich robes of
green and the pretty wild flowers
that nestle among the rocks. in
vite our admiration. But as the
engine tolls upward foot by foot
we commence to notice the chang
ing vegetation; many of our
flowers have, disappeared and
then comes a belt where the trees
are seemingly battling with the
elements for existence. We
watch the struggle for q few
moments and then all is over.
We realize that we have passed
the tree line and assembled to the
realms of subalpine vegetation.
We next reach Jacobs Ladder,
the massive trsstle where the car
appears to leave the mountain
and the sensation is as though
we were ':in the air with birds or
swinging on the edge OF a cloud. I"
The goal is reached at last and
with q feeling of relief we leave
the carve are ION Mt. Wash
ington above the clouds" The
warm August zephyrs have
changed to chilly November
blasts, The outlook fills every
one with enthusiasm. The air is
clear and pure and looking over
the clustered peaks of the White
Mountains (there are % of these
peaks that rise above 1000 feet
we try to catch a glimpse of old
Quebec and the st. Lawrence on
the north; to the east we look
out upon the silver lakes and
pine forests of Maine; on the
south toward thepcean and the
west to the Green Mountains of
Vermont. All about where we
stand are rocks, rocks, rocks,
nothing but rocks. They have
been torn and rent by glacial act
ion leaving the surface SO rough
and jagged that one, in moving
about, has to Chamber and crawl
with great care to avoid injury.
On top Of the mountain is .
hotel anchored to the rocks with
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