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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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h oftimber bolted directly on the solid rock. The distance is about oneand a fifth miles, and the average rise, one foot in four and a half.The car hangs very low, and moves so slowly that a nimble personcould easily step off or on. Nearly 10,000 persons ascend it annually,and accidents are almost impossi1)le. Twenty-five years ago the sum-mit was an important station for the Coast Survey, which had a build-ing there. When, more recently. Mount Desert began to be hauntedby city people and was disclosed to the world of fashion and summertravel, a small hospice was erected, where visitors spent tlie night; fortwo days were generally devoted to this excursion in those leisurelyand remunerative days. This liouse was burned in 1884, whereupon amuch more pretentious hotel, overlooking Bar Harbor and conspicuousfrom almost everywhere, was erected in its place. As we neared the top, and the world widened and widened aroundus on every side, the light-headed burst into a fusilade of Ohs! and G)
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^T^S^^vnk_J A l-EAF FROH SKETCH BOOK, MT. DESERT. 62 Ahs I but the more thoiishtful o;rew silent. Our own group sought acertain knob of stone, and buttoning our coats, for the wind was cooland strong, gave up our eyes to seeing and spoke but little at first. Nowhere else on the eastern coast of America can such an outlookbe taken. In front of us the limitless expanse of the graj sea slopedheavenward to a horizon as high as our station — a most curious ef-fect 1 — and so distant that ships far this side were the merest dots ofwhite. Eastward, this silent and flashing plain, melting from gray toa warmer tone, mingled with a coast almost as low and level as itself : Every wave Is turned to light and mimics the blue sky, As if the ocean were another heaven. Northward, the whole sky-line was notched with a continuous sierra,mystical and blue in the distance — farthest and bluest, Katahdin. It laystraight north, and was distinct over the crinkled line that elsewhereHmited vision, —

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