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Not far from Wright's Pond, in a northerly direction, there is 

 an immense boulder, which was considered by Elizur Wright to 

 be the largest in the Fells. 



From this point we may continue on to Spot Pond by way of 

 the foot paths, or go out on to Forest street and return homeward 

 past the old Toll House, or we may follow Forest street in a 

 northerly direction, until we come to Bear Hill, where we have 

 been resting. 



In a hurried tramp through the Fells, like that which we are 

 now making, it is impossible to do more than glance at its most 

 characteristic features. 



To become fully acquainted with and appreciate its innumer- 

 able attractions, one must make many and long visits, and of no 

 section is this more true than of that through which we are now 

 hurrying. 



Descending Bear Hill on the south side, we make our way 

 through the woods in a southwesterly direction, until we reach 

 Taylor Mount, from the top of which we over-look the Win- 

 chester North Reservoir. 



It is a peculiar characteristic of Fells scenery, that even when 

 over-looking the same scenes from different elevations, the com- 

 binations and play of light and shade are so different, that one 

 appears to be gazing upon entirely new scenes, and this is es- 

 pecially true of the views westward from Bear Hill and Taylor 

 Mount. The first, is the grandest, the latter the most pleasing. 



From the south side of Taylor Mount a deep gorge opens down- 

 ward into the ravine and swamp, from which pleasant woodpaths 

 lead out on to Forest street; but we prefer to make our way 

 through the woodlands and foot paths to the great lake reservoirs 

 that Winchester has created out of the old Turkey Swamp where 

 we obtain some views of surpassing loveliness. 



To one familiar with the character of Turkey Swamp, no longer 

 ago than 1890, its transformation into the picturesque and beau- 

 tiful lakes empowered among the hills and resting in the hollows 

 of the landscape like jewels in Nature's regal diadem, is more 

 marvelous than anything ever wrought by old Merlin's magic 

 arts, or the witchery of Aladdin's lamp, and one is at a loss to 

 know which feeling predominates in the mind, admiration for the 

 energy and foresight displayed by Winchester in this provision 

 for her future water supply, or surprise at the tremendous folly 



