236 AT THE NORTH OF BEARCAMP WATER. 
them a broad black band of cloud cut the sky 
at the level of several mountain peaks, and be¬ 
low this sinister bar, showing only in the gaps 
between the mountains, was a space of greenish 
silver, into which thousands of spruces reared 
their slender spires. 
Taking fresh courage, our horse carried us 
over the fifteenth mile at racing speed. The 
road was level. On the right the flat, white 
intervale shone in the pale light as in distant 
ages the face of the great mountain lake shone 
in silent winter nights. Westward, across the 
end of the intervale, were Tripyramid, Kan- 
eamagus, and Osceola mountains; northward, 
Green’s Cliffs, Carrigain, Lowell, Owl’s Head, 
and Tremont Mountain stood shoulder to shoul¬ 
der in double rank. Behind us, dark Bear 
Mountain concealed Moat, while spurs of Cho- 
corua reached down to the road. On the left 
was Paugus, crouching at the foot of Passa- 
conaway, which dominated over the valley with 
gloomy majesty. A bright light gleamed 
through the spruces, the Carrigain House lay 
there between black forest and pale snow, May- 
hew’s lantern swung to and fro, and his deep 
voice welcomed us to his cheerful home in the 
heart of the wintry wilderness. 
Those who live in the city have an idea that 
it is hard to keep warm in these northern farm- 
