THE REVELATION OF THE WHITE MniWTAINS. 



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in its wake like a faithful satellite. This 

 is life ! This is nature in all her grandeur 

 and undisturbed beauty. The dark 



woods so near your window, and the 

 perpetual tumult of nearby mountain 

 streams, hint that civilization has still 

 to conquer and subdue the never-ending- 

 wonders of the mountain region. 



There is regret in the fact that this 

 state of intoxicated rapture must come 

 to an end. To think of entering the 

 noisy, lighted hotel with its hundred 

 petty affairs ; of eating dinner, unpack- 



in 



g and resting your weary limbs in 



sleep, has none of the attractions that 

 such a prospect held in the morning! 

 You have entered a kingdom which, in 

 its heights and mystery of shadow and 

 growth, rules with sublime dignity, the 

 entire world of nature ! To adjust your- 

 self to the sound and sight of human 

 beings within doors seems an impossible 

 task after this effect of nature's mag- 

 nificence has entered your own being ! 

 But to-morrow — happy thought ! The 



to-morrows of this world .allow hope to 

 live with perpetual fire in your heart. 

 The to-morrows are the embers of the 

 imagination which kindle the desire to 

 live and enjoy. 



When to-morrow dawns with a love- 

 liness which you have missed, your phys- 

 ical needs so often seeming greater than 

 your spiritual, you escape the hotel full 

 of gossip, giggling girls, conventional 

 tennis players, tourists and mere amuse- 

 ment seekers. The sun is shining almost 

 fiercely in its efforts to shed as much 

 ight upon darkened mankind as possible. 

 Its rays reach and warm you even when 

 buried in the woodland paths that lead 

 to some hermit abode or distant lake. 



There are a thousand shades of green 

 everywhere, — on the magnificent moun- 

 tain-sides that come into view as you 

 emerge for a moment from the wooded 

 path, and in the woods themselves, that 

 also reveal to you that mysterious sound 

 of silence so dear to those who love na- 

 ture. Some little mountain stream talks 



THE CATHEDRAL WOODS, INTERVALE, N. H. 



