The Republican journal., 1915-10-21

idly past on it way down to the sea, made
picture which can only delight the eye
of the beholder, and of which those who
love it may well dream when absent.
Those last days at Crswfords we're
such a tumble of leavetakings, trunk
packings and preparations for closing
the house, combined with some strenu-
Gus days in the telegraph department,
that they passed very rapidly. On Sep
TENDER 26th we had snow. and what was
said to be one of the heaviest gales ever
experienced in the mountains. Trees
came crashing down all through the
woods, big smoke stack on the laundry
was blown over, shutters were blown off
the house and the glass was broken in
several windows. AS gust after gust
came against my window that night it
hardly seemed as though anything made
of mere glass could withstand the on
slaught-but in the morning all was
peaceful and the sun was shining, The
road through the Notch. however, was
impossible on account of fallen trees.
MIR. H. S. Mudgett, proprietor of the
lntervale House, came up with crew,
and George Rowland with another crew
worked from the Crawford end to clear
the road. At one time, they told US.
there were ten or eleven automobiles
held up behind each crew, and all the
men assisted in the work. Mr.. Rowland
said that in thirty-four years he had
never seen the Notch so obstructed and
that another thing he had never seen at
that season was the ground carpeted
with green leaves. Ali the autumn leaves
which appeared after the early frosts,
had been blown off, and up to October
first, when | left, the mountains were
clothed in green, as they had been all
summer. This was disappointment
to those people who were there for ''foli-
age week." which is usually such an at
tractive feature of the scenery. On
September 28th Benton and | had our
last walk together through the woods,
where so many of the familiar trees lay
PROSTATE, down through the wonderful
Notch to the second cascade. AS we
approached this cascade, Benton, who
had spied the CLEAN of a white tent
among the trees, whispered "Guineas"
and began to make rapid time back up
the road. Hurrying after him | found
that "Guineas" Qtalian laborers) were
his particular adherence, and that I'M
less hustled there was great danger of
my being left in the Notch without an
escort. His favorite expression, whats
keeping you" several times quickened
my steps, until we were once more III
sight of the house. Certainly one could
we'll imagine bandits lying in wait in that
secluded place, armed and masked, to re-
lieve one of surplus cash-but in this
case the poor "Guineas" were no doubt
harmless and would have been much
amused had they known of the fear that
their presence inspired. The next morn
ing, with sadness Juggling away at my
heart, saw this faithful little friend of
mine and his mother, my beloved Madam
Serenity, entering the automobile, which
bore them away to Fabyans, whence
they took the train for their home in
Woodstock, Vermont. Mr.. Pinney re-
manned, and it was owing to him that
found, when l opened my lunch box in
Boston, lemon, two raw onions and a
raw carrot, carefully wrapped in waxed
paper and reposing among the delicious
eatables with which the box was filled
a last CLEAN of the fun and mischief that
characterizes the Crawfordites. A post
card today from Mrs. Wright informs me
that she is in Plymouth, N. H., being
treated by local physician for bite,
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