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ravine in its side, began the ascent. While 
struggling over huge boulders and winding 
around fallen trees we did not feel as though 
wheels were ever likely to go where legs were 
having so hard a time. Still the ascent was 
made in less than ten minutes, and to a practi¬ 
cal road-builder the slope, cleared of its surface 
debris, would present few serious obstacles. 
On reaching the top we gained a view of the 
peak of Chocorua well to the south of east, and 
of the ramparts of Paugus, half spruce hung 
and half bald rock, bounding the long valley 
through which our morning tramp had taken 
us. The peak of Chocorua had lost its horn¬ 
like contour and resembled more a combing 
wave dashing northward. It was the only part 
of the mountain proper to be seen, as in the 
foreground a massive spur projecting northwest¬ 
ward completely concealed the principal mass. 
Looking towards the north, the prospect was 
disheartening. The ridge on which we stood 
had been a battleground of the elements. It 
was, in the language of this region, a “harri- 
cane,” and woe to the man who ventures into a 
“harricane.” We advanced cautiously, choos¬ 
ing our ground, and cutting a narrow path 
through the small spruces, cherry saplings, and 
mountain maples which had overgrown the 
fallen forest. Every few steps we came upon 
