FIVE DAYS ON MOUNT MANS- 

 FIELD. 



" Lead him through the lovely mountain-paths, 

 And talk to him of thing's at hand and common." 



MATTHEW 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 occupied 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. 



