THROUGH. NEW 
HAMPSHIRE 
MOUNTAINS. 
Ee SD OSSONs 
I wish to give to the readers of ReEc- 
REATION a mere hint of an outing, the 
healthiest and most enjoyable vacation I 
have ever taken, and at the same time, 
the least expensive, viz., a tramping tour 
through New  Hampshire’s mountain 
country. It may be the means of others 
profiting by a form of recreation of which 
few realize the val 
July 6th I started with 2 companions 
from Boston for Campton Village, N. H. 
Our luggage consisted of a canteen, an 
army blanket, a rubber blanket and such 
wearing apparel and toilet articles as 
would be needed for the 2% weeks re- 
quired to cover the 250 miles we planned 
to traverse. This we slung over our 
shoulders enclosed in the blankets in 
knapsack form. 
From Campton Village we started out, 
for what is known as the “haunted house” 
on the road to Waterville, Io miles, where 
we were to make our first night’s stop. 
Reaching here we prepared our supper, 
made our beds with enormous ferns, in 
the second story of a house long since de- 
serted, having a scant roof and being en- 
closed by but 3 walls. Next morning 
we started for our first mountain, Sand- 
wich Dome, 4,000 feet high. From the 
summit, reached by a path of three miles 
from the base, we had our first glimpse 
of mountain scenery. Northward the 
land stretched in uprising folds, South- 
ward, Lake Winnepesaukee, dotted with 
its many islands, glared in the sunlight. 
Passing on we went to Waterville, 
whence we climbed Tri Pyramid, so-call- 
ed on account of its 3 pyramidal peaks. 
This mountain was at that timé without 
a path. The summit is accessible by 2 
great slides,on the North and South sides. 
We ascended by the one at the North, 
which is 2% miles long, of sheer rock. 
This slide is the largest in the mountains 
and stands out white against the dark 
background of the foliage for miles. 
Thence ‘we passed through a_ heavily 
wooded country, tracing our route by 
blazes on the trees, and after traversing 
25 miles reached the top of Moosilauke. 
The view from this peak is, in the estima- 
tion of many; the grandest in the range. 
The height, 5,000 feet, presents a pano- 
rama of. wonderful beauty and variety. 
On one side are the White mountains 
rising and falling like mountain waves 
till the eye can follow no farther. On the 
other hand is an entirely different view. 
The country stretches itself out in direct 
contrast, it being as quiet as a sheltered 
pond. Through this flat land winds the 
Connecticut river, beyond stand the Green 
mountains, and still farther we catch faint 
glimpses of the Adirondacks. 
Leaving with much regret this great 
piece of God’s work we passed through’ 
the Flume, thence up mounts Liberty, 
Lincoln and Lafayette. On the top of 
the last, 5,250 feet, we spent the night 
with but the shelter of our blankets and 
crevices in the rock. A tramp down the 
mountain on its other side brings the 
“Old Man of the Mountains” staring us 
in the face, his dark features starting into 
perfect clearness. Down past the Pro- 
file House and thence by the railroad 
tracks, through Bethlehem Junction and 
the Fabyans we are at the Crawfords and 
ready to make our ascent of Mt. Washing- 
ton, one week onward in our tramp. Go- 
ing up the bridal path, some 8% miles in 
length, we reached the highest point of 
land in New England, 6,293 feet. Spend- 
ing the night at the Tip-Top House we 
awoke in the morning to find ourselves 
enveloped in a rain cloud, and after watch- 
ing the clearing of the storm and the 
breaking of the clouds beneath, we passed 
down the mountain by wav of Tucker- 
man’s ravine to the Glen House. This 
tavine is an amphitheater of huge propor- 
tions. It is embanked with snow the 
entire year. As this snow is gradually 
washed away underneath by the springs 
in their downward course, an immense 
snow arch is formed, an object of interest 
to Mt. Washington visitors. 
From the Glen House our course car- 
tied us through Carter’s Notch, a forest 
of wild beauty. The highest point in 
this notch is beautifully situated 2,000 it. 
above the level of the sea, between Car- 
ter’s Dome and Wildcat mountains. Here 
are 2 small sheets of water, sparkling . 
like jewels and caves of great depth. 
Climbing Carter’s Dome one can obtain 
a most picturesque view of Mt. Washing- 
ton and the Presidential range, their deep 
ravines standing out in quaint forms. 
From its summit Mt. Pleasant in Maine 
can be seen. 
Pushing on through the notch we 
reached Bartlett. thence by way of Kear- 
sarge Village to Mt. Kearsarge. For one 
of the smaller peaks its view is unsurpass- 
ed. The intervales, rivers, and lakes 
reaching outward from its base with shad- 
Ows inspire one with a deep sense of Na- 
ture’s meanings. 
We next found ourselves at Conway 
Intervale. The following day was the 
Sabbath, and we prepared for a. day of 
rest, finding it hard to believe that 2 











