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open-air bath, available only after the 

 thick crust of ice is broken, is in use 

 throughout the severest winter weather 

 needs no commentary to prove the hardi- 

 hood which the Outing Club engenders in 

 some of its members. 



the; mEanderings of the trail 



An Outing Club trail from Hanover to 

 the White Mountains is a skiway leading 

 through grandeurs of winter scenery 

 wholly unknown to those who nestle be- 

 side steam radiators and gaze out upon a 

 world blanketed in white, or who gain 

 their sole idea of a snowclad landscape 

 through the windows of automobile or 

 swift-flying train. 



Sometimes the trail, in companionable 

 fashion, follows some meandering back- 

 country road ; then it dips off suddenly 

 into the forest to seek solitude in the sol- 

 emnity of Nature's cathedral trees. It 

 descends into deep ravines, it mounts bil- 

 lowing slopes of white; sometimes it 

 skirts the edge of a legging camp deso- 

 late in its evidences of former habitation. 

 Now it runs straight over hedge and 

 copse, now it sinuously mounts a gleam- 

 ing summit from whose eminence the 

 winter world unfolds in all its splendor. 



Twenty-three miles beyond Moose 

 Mountain Cabin stands the Cube Mount 

 Station, tucked away in a grove of white 

 birches, with the evergreen slopes of the 

 mountain rising as a background for the 

 picture. To the west the noble panorama 

 of the Green Mountains unfolds along 

 the Vermont skyline. 



Sheltered by a cluster of whispering 

 pines on the eastern shore of Armington 

 Pond, a third cabin is built in the shadow 

 of Piermont Mountain, which rises ab- 

 ruptly on the opposite shore. A short 

 walk from the cabin is the famous Lake 

 Tarleton Club, and some distance further 

 along the trail which winds through Web- 

 ster Slide is the Great Bear Cabin, deriv- 

 ing its name from the fact that students 

 who were prospecting for the site found 

 the tracks of a black bear in the neighbor- 

 hood. 



A FIVE-MILE SEIDE 



Over the shoulder of Mount Moosilauke 

 goes the traveler after he leaves Great 



Bear Cabin, and from this eminence the 

 ski sportsman has one of the most de- 

 lightful experiences of his excursion, as 

 he slides almost without effort for a dis- 

 tance of five miles to the picturesque 

 hamlet of Wildwood. 



One of the most popular camps of the 

 Dartmouth Club is located in the famous 

 Agassiz Basin, ever to be associated with 

 the great naturalist's elaboration of his 

 theory of glaciers. Here is the Lost 

 River District, little known to the average 

 White Mountain tourist of the summer 

 season, but one of the most interesting 

 regions of the New England States. 



Lost River is important for what it has 

 been rather than for what it is. In the 

 distant past great torrents of water from 

 a melting glacier flowed here, and once 

 an earthquake, shattered the mountain- 

 side, hurling huge boulders into the bed 

 of the river, practically burying the 

 stream. Immense "potholes" were carved 

 in the rocks by the action of the water, 

 enabling the student of geology to read 

 aright the sermons which that mystic, 

 Nature, has written in the stones. 



Near the point where the river disap- 

 pears for its journey of a quarter of a 

 mile underground is the cosy club-house 

 of the Society for the Preservation of 

 New Hampshire Forests. 



the pageant of the presidential 



RANGE 



After passing North Woodstock, which 

 lies beyond Agassiz Basin, the Outing 

 clubman comes to Profile Notch, with its 

 famous "Old Man of the Mountains." 

 Then for a swift slide down Three-mile 

 Hill to Franconia, north to Littleton, to 

 Manns Hill, and finally to Skyline Farm, 

 where ends the trail. Here the whole 

 pageant of the Presidential Range of 

 mountains is spread before the view of 

 the winter visitor — a matchless picture 

 of serrated summits and tree-clad slopes 

 wrapped in an Arctic mantle of iridescent 

 beauty. 



But hiking is not the be-all and the end- 

 all of the Dartmouth ( )uting Club. There 

 is the spectacular Winter Carnival, staged 

 for the delight of the friends of the stu- 

 dents as well as for their own pleasure. 



During this "Mardi Gras of the North" 



