the main line at Bethlehem Junction. In laying the track very little
attention was paid to the grade, and the train follows the undulating
surface. The train after leaving the junction seems fairly to climb to
the upper level.

Southerly from Bethlehem Junction a narrow-gauge railway extends into
the heart of the Franconia Notch, having its terminus at the celebrated
Profile House, which is a considerable village in itself. At the end of
the route the road skirts the shores of Echo Lake, a gem of water
surrounded by lofty mountains, a fit home for nymphs and naiads.

"I should like to read 'Manfred' here," said Molly one morning (Byron
was one of her favorites) "It is just the place, mountains, forests and
all, and who knows--the wizzard."

"There is the Old Man of the Mountain; perhaps he would volunteer,"
suggested Fritz.

"I thought it was a witch," observed the indefinite person.

[Illustration: SILVER CASCADE IN THE NOTCH.]

"Well, it matters not which it was," said Molly, seeing that we were
attempting to badger her. "Here is the hour and the scene."

"But the _man_, O, where is he?" cried Fritz.

"The truth is, we cannot appreciate Byron till we come here," pursued
Molly. "If we could only have a tempest now. Ah, I can imagine those
mountain Alps. How beautiful and grand it is. Within this wide domain