190 AT THE NORTH OF BEARCAMP WATER. 
lines there must have been more water flowing 
out of Chocorua lakes in the olden time than 
flows from them now. Perhaps in those days 
Ossipee Lake washed these very terraces. 
Coming to another deep cleft in the side of 
the moor, I hesitated whether to run down one 
grassy slope, a hundred feet and more, and then 
up the other slope, or to go round. Precedent 
decided me to go round. About six feet below 
the edge of the bank a narrow well-trodden path 
skirted the ravine, going to its head, crossing 
at the same level and following along just below 
the edge of the opposite bank. Sometimes a 
well-turfed bank in a pasture where food is not 
abundant will be scored by many paths of this 
kind, one below another. They are made by 
the cattle, for a cow never will go down a steep 
incline if, without too great exertion, she can 
keep her four feet approximately on a level. 
When I gained the southern end of the 
moor-like ridge, two villages lay before me, one 
on the left, the other on the right. One was 
the home of the dead, the other the toiling- 
ground of the living. They can see each other, 
and year by year the village on the hill grows 
larger, and that in the valley grows smaller. 
When the venerable village postmaster was 
suddenly turned out of office a few years ago 
against the public wishes, but in obedience to 
