FIVE DAYS ON MOUNT MANS- 
FIELD. 
“ead him through the lovely mountain-paths, 
And talk to hinf of things at hand and common.” 
MarTrHEW ARNOLD. 
I WENT up the mountain from the village 
of Stowe in very ignoble fashion, —in a 
wagon, —and was three hours on the pas- 
sage. One of the “hands” at the Summit 
House oceupied the front seat with the 
driver, and we were hardly out of the village 
before a seasonable toothache put him in 
mind of his pipe. Would smoking be offen- 
sive to me? he inquired. What could I say, 
having had an aching tooth before now my- — 
self? It was a pleasure almost beyond the 
luxury of breathing mountain air to see 
the misery of a fellow-mortal so quickly as- 
suaged. The driver, a sturdy young Ver- 
monter, was a man of different spirit. He 
had never used tobacco nor drunk a glass of 
‘liquor,’ I heard him saying. Somebody 
had once offered him fifty cents to smoke a 
cigar. 
