156 AT THE NORTH OF BE ARC AMP WATER. 
the easy and beautiful way which we had been 
fortunate enough to find. 
When we reached the old trail, about five 
o’clock, the woods seemed dark and the pene¬ 
trating coolness of an autumn night was in the 
air. Twenty minutes later we emerged in the 
blackberry tangle by the abandoned saw-mill, 
and found wagons and warm wraps waiting for 
us. As we looked back towards the golden 
sunset, the dark dome of Old Shag stood boldly 
out against the sky. Fire and wind had left 
scars upon its face, and nature originally made 
it so rough in outline that “Toadback” is tell¬ 
ingly descriptive of its shape. Toads have 
their jewels, and so has Paugus, hidden in the 
shadows of its eastern flank. 
