d trust to his following his companion,
who still trotted along, coughing and choking, and almost stifled by our
own dust, blown after us by the east wind. After this attempt, Spart
evidently played shy of our whole party, and, having raced ahead during
a few miles, finally disappeared in the woods, probably attracted by the
scent of game.

We reached North Elba (twelve miles from Keene) about noon, and there
stopped to dine at Scott's, a place widely and favorably known to
travellers in that section of country. Round the plain of North Elba
tower the very highest peaks of the Adirondacs; Tahawus (Marcy), Golden,
McIntire, and the beautiful gateway of the Indian Pass to the south, and
to the north the scarred sides of Whiteface and the bold forms of the
mountains bordering the Wilmington notch. Descending the plain into the
village, we came to the West Branch of the Au Sable, which rises in the
Indian Pass, and flows past the former dwelling of John Brown. The
little wooden tenement is in full view from the road, and stands in the
midst of the clearing made by old John himself, with the aid of his
sons. His grave is in the garden near the house, beside a huge rock. The
place is of his own selection, and is now visited by many who, while
reprehending the means taken by the gray-haired enthusiast for the
accomplishment of his designs, cannot but rejoice that the final freedom
of every human being within the limits of our country seems so probable
a result of the present struggle. The neighbors--even those of opposing
political creeds--give John Brown an excellent character for integrity
and charitable deeds. His family have all left the region, and are, I
believe, scattered through the great West.

Crossing the Au Sable, we soon came to the tamarac forests and
whortleberry plains, so characteristic of the tract between that river
and the Saranac lakes. We had left the arbor vitae and the juniper with
the Boquet range, the beech and maple with the valleys and the lower
portions of the Adirondac, and now found ourselves chiefly amid birches,
yellow and white, spruce firs, and interminable stretches of fantastic
tamarac. The hills lower as we reach the lake region proper, and, while
still picturesque, the Saranacs can boast no near mountains such as
skirt Lake Placid and the two 'Ponds of the Au Bable.' Tahawus and
Whiteface are indeed visible from the Saranac waters, but far away, and
shorn of much of their grandeur. The l