Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston and Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England (1887) (14761198975)

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Title: Down east latch strings; or Seashore, lakes and mountains by the Boston & Maine railroad. Descriptive of the tourist region of New England
Year: 1887 (1880s)
Authors: Ingersoll, Ernest, 1852-1946 Boston and Maine Railroad
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Publisher: (Boston) Passenger dept., Boston & Maine railroad
Contributing Library: Claire T. Carney Library, University of Massachusetts Dartmouth
Digitizing Sponsor: Claire T. Carney Library, University of Massachusetts Dartmouth



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lieves that the mostfun of his years angling comes in working over his tackle and get-ting ready, each spring. It is indeed marvelous to one not fly-hitten(as Prue scornfully told Baily he was) to see what labor and expos-ure and privations will be cheerfully undergone here by men, Avho intown are peevish over getting up before nine oclock, or at the leastirregularity in comfort. Here they are boys again, and not only taketheir punishment pluckily, Ini kiss the rod, be it split bamboo, orlance-wood, or what-not. 126 Wliat a lovely picture was that before us as we sat smoking ourcigars on the porch after tea! In the foreground, a cyclopean wall ofgranite, sonic massiAe part of the dam-structure, slanting away at thebest angle for composition. Beyond that a liroad space of dead water,stuck full of stumps and floating logs, which reaches far to the right,— a tangle of snags — backed l)y a strip of dense forest stretchingacross the left half of the scene. This forested point is only a
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quarter of a mile away, and is made up of all sorts of trees, whose ruddy tops blaze in the evening light against the background of dappled hillside beyond Mole- chunkamuidv. Only a glimpse of that lake is visil)le, gleaming white in the heart of the picture, and bounded by a russet-and-indigo slope rounding upward into the ridges of the farther hills, and behind it all the eye is caught and held by the far-distant silhouette of the Grafton mountains — miles and miles away as a bird might fly — washed upon the warm white sky in pale cobalt, ev^en and smooth. with a sharp, clean, attractive outline. It was an evening like that of the burial of Minnisink : — Far upward in the mellow light Kobe the blue hills. One cloud of white Around a far uplifted oone, In the warm blush of evening shone; An image of the silver lakes, By which the Indians bouI awakes. 127 Baily declined to go anywhere except a-flshing during the threedays we had allotted to Upper Dam; but Prue and I spent one da