Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1920-01-07
Wednesday, January z.
Miss Florence Minis Was Guest
j of Relatives in Littleton,
!: N. H., Christmas.
Li+tletor, N. H.,
81 Pleasant ST.,
December 26, 1919.

. NSol hoNS& 0ASSAs
The heading of this letter is very
appropriate for this is one of the
pleasantest places I know. We are
surrounded by the White Mountains
shut in by great wall of them, anc
am willing prisoner. The highest
peak is Mt. Washington, near it is
Lafayette and still farther on extenG
Garfield and Lincoln, all inspiring
worthy thoughts of worthy men.
cannot think of many more beau.
tiful scenes than the snow-capped
mountains against the blue sky as
saw them yesterday. A rose colored
light lay over The top of Lafayette
and the great dark spruces made a
perfect picture. As the sun grew low,
er the sky turned pink and purple
and it seemed that God must use the
rainbow for His paint, the sky for
His canvas and the rays of the sun
for His brushes with more wonderful
effects than those of any artist whose
pictures l have ever seen.
Daniel Webster once said: "Meh
hang out their signs indicative of
their respective trades. Shoe makers
hang out a gigantic shoe, jewellers a
monstrous watch, but up in the
mountains of New Hampshire God
Almighty has hung out sign to show
that here He makes men,"
Here he is referring especially to
what is called "The Old Man of the
Mountains" a gigantic profile which
is forty feet from the chin to the
forehead. This is the great stone face
about which Hawthorne has woven
such delightful story. New Eng
land has natural marvcls which in
spire men to write, and then she pro-
duces the men with TIE genius to
make themselves and their country
famous.
Though the trip from Boston to Lit
tleton was slightly tiresome, the seem
cry recompensed for any inconveni-
ence. Frozen lakes with blue noun
tains in the back ground and border
ed by white birches growing out of
the snow gave one the real atmos-
phere of Christmas, and furnished
setting for imaginary Indian scenes
before the "pale face" came. when
warriors made their canoes out of
the white birches and sped in them
across these same lakes. The most
beautiful of the lakes passed had
an Indian name so long that l have
to pause and think how to spell it
Winnepausaukee.
On Christmas eve night we tramp
ed through the crisp snow to my
Cousin Ray Giles residence, very
delightful New England home, where
Mrs. Gile and her sister awaited US
at the door.
Last night we sat and listened to
"Silent Night" and other appropriate
music On the Edison machine, enjoy
ing at the same time most brilliant
electrically lighted Christmas tree,
The spruce branches were SO perfect
in every detail that it seemed as
though the tree must have been man.
ufactured. But it had really grown
through all the storms of many New
England winters.
Another cousin, Mrs. Isabelle We'll.
ler, spent part of my stay with me in
Cousin Rays home.
think that the spirit of my great
grandmother must be awake in me
for I seem to love New England, not
onlv for her memory but for the de-
liehtful people that / have met and
for the splendid scenery that seems
to uplift one.
We walked down, what seemed a
mountain to me, into the midst OF
the town to see a hotel built by
great, great, grandfather John Glle,
and still intact, since it was partial
" built from the granite for which
New Hampshire is so famous.
I had my first sleigh ride one morn
ing while in Littleton. ! was so wrap
ned up that felt like far-northern
Eskimo. AS the sleigh bells rang and
the horse trotted along could hardly
sit still for the pure joy of living and
the still more exhilatating joy of rid