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  THE 
  NATIONAL 
  GEOGRAPHIC 
  MAGAZINE 
  

  

  

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  Photograp 
  

   A 
  DESERT 
  WATER-HOLE 
  IN 
  ARIZONA 
  

  

  C. 
  Wh 
  

  

  landscape, 
  in 
  a 
  quiet 
  style, 
  not 
  thrilling, 
  

   but 
  sweet 
  and 
  soothing, 
  than 
  that 
  of 
  In- 
  

   tervale 
  above 
  North 
  Conway 
  (in 
  New 
  

   Hampshire), 
  near 
  which, 
  under 
  the 
  bold 
  

   ridge 
  of 
  Chocorua, 
  the 
  honored 
  and 
  be- 
  

   loved 
  philosopher, 
  William 
  James, 
  used 
  to 
  

   spend 
  his 
  summers 
  (see 
  page 
  359). 
  

  

  The 
  lines 
  of 
  the 
  hills 
  descending 
  one 
  

   behind 
  another, 
  fainter 
  and 
  fainter 
  as 
  

   they 
  recede 
  into 
  the 
  level 
  dale 
  through 
  

   whose 
  meadows 
  a 
  clear 
  stream 
  meanders, 
  

   blue 
  or 
  dark 
  gray 
  rock 
  falls 
  showing 
  here 
  

   and 
  there 
  through 
  the 
  thick 
  hillside 
  woods, 
  

   clusters 
  of 
  houses 
  giving 
  a 
  human 
  touch 
  

   to 
  the 
  scene, 
  and 
  in 
  the 
  far 
  distance 
  the 
  

   snow-tipped 
  top 
  of 
  Mount 
  Washington 
  — 
  

   these 
  make 
  up 
  an 
  unforgettable 
  picture. 
  

  

  Prospects 
  of 
  like 
  character 
  recur 
  every 
  

   few 
  miles 
  as 
  one 
  journeys 
  northward 
  up 
  

   the 
  long 
  stretch 
  of 
  the 
  Connecticut 
  River 
  

   Valley 
  between 
  New 
  Hampshire 
  and 
  

   Vermont 
  (see 
  pages 
  359 
  and 
  361); 
  nor 
  

   are 
  they 
  wanting 
  among 
  the 
  wooded 
  hills 
  

   of 
  western 
  Massachusetts. 
  

  

  The 
  visitor 
  from 
  northern 
  or 
  central 
  

   Europe 
  is 
  surprised 
  to 
  find 
  that 
  he 
  can- 
  

   not 
  roam 
  at 
  will 
  over 
  these 
  hills, 
  not 
  that 
  

   any 
  game 
  preservers 
  stop 
  him, 
  but 
  be- 
  

  

  cause 
  there 
  is 
  little 
  open 
  grassy 
  land 
  upon 
  

   the 
  middle 
  and 
  higher 
  slopes, 
  only 
  thick 
  

   woods 
  untraversible 
  except 
  by 
  the 
  few 
  7 
  

   trails. 
  The 
  wood 
  is 
  seldom 
  cut 
  except 
  

   where 
  it 
  is 
  easy 
  to 
  drag 
  or 
  float 
  to 
  a 
  rail- 
  

   road, 
  so 
  high 
  is 
  the 
  cost 
  of 
  labor. 
  

  

  SUMMER 
  CAMPERS 
  FROM 
  THE 
  CITY 
  FRE- 
  

   QUENT 
  NEW 
  ENGLAND 
  GLENS 
  

  

  Thus 
  upland 
  pastures, 
  enlivened 
  by 
  the 
  

   cattle 
  and 
  chalets, 
  such 
  as 
  those 
  which 
  

   delight 
  us 
  in 
  the 
  Alps 
  and 
  Pyrenees 
  and 
  

   Jura 
  and 
  the 
  German 
  Schwartz 
  wald, 
  are 
  

   wanting. 
  Here 
  and 
  there 
  one 
  comes 
  on 
  

   a 
  farm 
  deserted 
  by 
  a 
  family 
  which 
  has 
  

   gone 
  West, 
  the 
  barn 
  falling 
  to 
  pieces, 
  but 
  

   the 
  orchard 
  still 
  bearing 
  apples 
  which 
  no 
  

   one 
  comes 
  up 
  to 
  gather 
  ; 
  it 
  is 
  only 
  the 
  

   summer 
  campers 
  from 
  the 
  cities 
  that 
  

   wander 
  up 
  the 
  glens 
  and 
  on 
  to 
  the 
  bare, 
  

   windswept 
  heights. 
  

  

  A 
  wide 
  view 
  is 
  always 
  interesting 
  and 
  

   suggestive, 
  but 
  the 
  prospects 
  from 
  these 
  

   mountain 
  tops 
  want 
  the 
  variety 
  of 
  those 
  

   the 
  climber 
  enjoys 
  in 
  Scotland 
  and 
  Wales 
  

   and 
  in 
  the 
  hill 
  regions 
  of 
  central 
  Europe. 
  

   Here 
  the 
  eye 
  ranges 
  over 
  a 
  vast 
  expanse 
  

   of 
  high 
  country, 
  mostly 
  either 
  bare 
  and 
  

  

  