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A SEARCH FOR THE PLEIADES 
THE newspapers describe a throng of tourists 
as passing through the White Mountains all 
summer long; but we forget that, when tried 
by the standard of Swiss or Scotch hill-country, 
ours is still unexplored and unopened. Even 
the laborious Appalachian Club has as yet 
barely called attention to a few of the wilder 
recesses. Half a mile to the right or left of 
many a much-travelled pathway lies the untamed 
and shaggy wilderness, traversed here and 
there, at intervals of years, by some hunter or 
trapper, but too high in air for the lumberman 
or trout fisherman, and unseen by the tourist. 
It is the realm of the shy deer and bear, of the 
nocturnal /oup-cervier and catamount ; one may 
thread his way through it for many hours with- 
out coming upon the trace of a human being. 
It was in such a region, on the side of Mount 
Moosilauke, that I went to seek for the Plei- 
ades. 
Few of the White Mountains have summits 
so fine and characteristic in their formation 
