A moment of bewilderment succeeded, after which we made a simultaneous rush in the direction of the building. In five minutes more we were within the hotel, thawing our frozen clothing before a rousing fire.

It provokes a smile when I think of it. Here, in this frail structure, perched like another Noah’s Ark on its mountain, and which every gust threatened to scatter to the winds of heaven, a grand piano was going in the parlor, a telegraphic instrument clicked in a corner, and we sat down to a ménu that made the colonel forget the loss of his hat.

“By the bones of Daniel Boone! I can say as Napoleon did on the Great St. Bernard, ‘I have spoiled a hat among your mountains; well, I shall find a new one on the other side,’” observed the colonel, uncorking a second bottle of champagne.

SECOND JOURNEY.

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[I.] LEGENDS OF THE CRYSTAL HILLS[113]
[II.] JACKSON AND THE ELLIS VALLEY[122]
[III.] THE CARTER NOTCH[132]
[IV.] THE PINKHAM NOTCH[144]
[V.] A SCRAMBLE IN TUCKERMAN’S[155]
[VI.]IN AND ABOUT GORHAM[165]
[VII.]ASCENT BY THE CARRIAGE-ROAD[178]
[VIII.] MOUNT WASHINGTON[189]

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