A BIT OF COLOR. 



THURSDAY, April 16, at five o' clock in the 

 afternoon, I reached the shores of Fresh Pond 

 at the point where a branch of the Fitchburg 

 railway crosses the Concord turnpike. This part 

 of Cambridge is soon to be changed in many 

 ways, and is worth a particular description. 

 From the Cambridge Common to the northeast 

 corner of Fresh Pond, Concord Avenue runs 

 almost directly northwest. Beyond this point 

 it bends twenty-five degrees towards the west 

 and continues in that line until it reaches Bel- 

 mont. In the hollow of this bend, resting on 

 Fresh Pond, lies one of the most picturesque bits 

 of ground in Cambridge. It was formerly the 

 estate of Frederick Tudor, the ice king. A 

 beautiful lawn many acres in extent is fringed 

 with lofty hard - wood trees, many of which 

 are dying, but all of which are beautiful and 

 worthy of careful preservation, and exemp- 

 tion from all but the most necessary trim- 

 ming. On the water front at the northeastern 

 corner of the pond are two immense ice-houses, 

 now condemned and doomed to early destruc- 



