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fertility is evinced by the unusually abundant crops, with 

 which they are loaded the present season. 



East of Crawford's, and in his immediate vicinity, stands 

 an enormous spur of the White Hills, whose summit towers, I 

 conjecture, to the height of two thousand feet above the bed 

 of the stream, that laves its base. This spur is in the form 

 of a crescent, perhaps two miles in extent, bending its arms 

 to the west. The higher regions of the mountain yield noth- 

 ing but a stinted growth of shrubs and briars, and lichens ; 

 towards the bottom it is skirted with full sized forest trees. 

 The western area of this mighty protuberance is thickly 

 striped, from top to bottom, with wide channels formed by 

 the water, rushing from the mountain, and bringing with it 

 immense quantities of earth, shrubs and stones, some of 

 which weigh fifty tons, and leaving, in most instances, noth- 

 ing in its track but the solid granite, of which these moun- 

 tainous regions are almost entirely composed, laid bare to 

 the light of heaven. 



Here, the traveller begins to imagine himself in the midst 

 of the mountains of Switzerland. Every thing he sees is Al- 

 pine. The White Hills are more rugged, and precipitous, and 

 loftier ; — they excite bolder ideas of the sublime in nature, 

 than any other American mountains, east of the Mississippi. 



Proceeding up the Saco, you are barricaded on both sides 

 of the road, by chains of mountains, rising to an astonish- 

 ing elevation, which are all striped, in a manner somewhat 

 similar to the one already described. 



I ought here to state, for the benefit of those, who may 

 not be acquainted with the fact, that there are two Craw- 

 ford's — the father, and the son — who keep public houses, the 

 former at the foot of the mountain, in Hart's location, and 

 the latter, on the highest land, over which the road passes, 

 and which this gentleman supposes to be the most elevated 

 land, inhabited in the United States. This farm is the one, 

 which, when Dr. Dwight gave the world his beautiful descrip- 

 tion of the White Mountains, was owned and occupied, by 

 " old Mr. Rosebrook" — the father of the person, of the same 

 name, who keeps a tavern, a few miles to the north of Craw- 

 ford's. These two men, the Crawford's, are situated twelve 

 miles apart, and there is at present, no human dweller be- 

 tween them. The road from one house to the other, and in- 

 deed, over the whole distance from Conway to Littleton, is 



