Lake Umbagog.
1907.
  When the flowers and ferns are wholly gone or blighted
and the deciduous trees have shed the last of their leaves
there are still, along the road leading to Errol, touches of brilliant
color contrasting pleasingly with the glistening white trunks of
the birches and the delicate smoke gray of the maple twigs & branches.
It is furnished by the now fully ripened fruits of the
mountain ash, of the black alder, and
of the bush cranberry (Vibernum opulus). All these are
red or orange of one or another shade. Most of them last through the
autumn and some persist during the entire winter furnishing food for
hungry birds and diverting the eye of the human wayfarer
after the ground has become deeply buried in snow.
The Errol Road. (7)
  Errol Road
1907
Aug 16.
  But almost no part of northern
New England, however rugged and remote,
is now beyond the reach of the swift
touring cars. Of late they have
traversed the Errol road with
increasing frequency, powdering its
wayside flowers with dust, disturbing
the quiet of its wooded reaches
with the muffled roar of their
throbbing machinery and leaving
everywhere the reek of their fetid
breath. Perhaps the day is not
far distant when they will
have replaced - at least in
summer - the time-honored
stages, the picturesque "tote trams"
and, indeed, most of the vehicles 
now drawn by horses. To many
of us who have long known the region and loved it
especially because of its remoteness and seclusion
their invasion of
its highways is scarcely less
deplorable than is the ever increasing
havoc wrought in its forests by
the lumbermen.