Where Town and Country Meet 



wind down the bank of a most picturesque 

 ravine, with a half-frozen brook tinkling at 

 the bottom. Who but a fox would have 

 guided us to such a charmingly wild, remote 

 spot ? Just beyond the rocky walls approach 

 each other, and almost shut the brook in 

 between them. There is just room along 

 the left bank for us to follow the fox trail 

 up the gorge. We must remember this spot 

 next summer if we can ever find it again 

 without the fox. 



Higher and higher through the ascending 

 valleys and over the spruce-clad ridges the 

 fox trail leads us, till we are fairly on the 

 broad shoulder of Saltash Mountain. Pres 

 ently we come out on a bare ridge just 

 below the summit, and get a grand, sweep 

 ing view of snow-covered landscape, 

 bounded by the lordly Adirondacks on the 

 west. Here we must let the fox trail cool, 

 while we sit down and eat our lunch and 

 drink in the magnificent prospect. 



As we rise to continue our way over the 

 ridge, down whose opposite slope the fox 

 trail disappears, a moving speck appears 

 against the snow-covered side of a stone 

 wall, nearly two miles away in a field at the 

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