PARMACHENEE LAKE. T77 



to look upon, the vehicle known as a Mountain 

 Ranger, very comfortable and roomy, with four fine- 

 looking horses, who appeared as much pleased at 

 their starting out as ourselves. 



Our destination was Errol Dam, on the Andros- 

 coggin River, twenty-one miles from Colebrook, 

 through the famous Dixville Notch. 



The day was not all we could have wished ; but 

 our party of seven was a happy one, and the ladies 

 were in the best of spirits. 



Our route lay up the Mohawk River, which, flow- 

 ing from the north, empties into the Connecticut at 

 Colebrook. Many were the pools that we saw as 

 we drove along by the river-side, and strongly were 

 we tempted to stop and wet our lines, for we knew 

 that the trout were there. We had been informed 

 that it was a stream well worth the fishing. 



Soon we began to ascend toward the Notch, and 

 the forest closed in about us. This, for two miles, 

 an unbroken wilderness of leaves when suddenly 

 we came out from the dark shadows, and found 

 ourselves at the Gate of the Notch. It is one of 

 the most sublime pieces of scenery this side the 

 Rocky Mountains. Entirely different in its char- 

 acteristics from the Notch of the White Mountains, 

 it has peculiar grandeurs of its own, which must be 

 seen tc be realized, as they cannot be described, 



