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highest expectations of grandure. I have reached the summit at last and a lovelier scene than ever before blessed my eyes lies before me. I am seated now on a mix of rocks near the mountain hunclear. The descent on this side is very precipitous but the young trees that clothe it conceal the danger. At the pass a few courses are seen and cultivated fields. Close by them rests the Connecticut whose waters seem sweetly dimpled with smiles. Here we see? what is called the ox yoke, being a bend in the river. One of the oxen that used to wear it must have been much larger than the others. The bend for that larger ox contains many mules. Old Hadley is situated on the neck of the ox if I may so express it. This seems to be a sweet place. One broad street passes though lined on both sides with large shade trees. In the center of the river is an island containing 25 acre. unclear quite small and is in the form of a cofin and is unclear Titan's cofin. One of its sides is bounded by small trees which look like as many berry bushes. There are also several large trees growing on this isle. There must have been a great giant to require so large a cofin. Beyond the Connecticut the fields look like an emense carpet. It is beautifully stripped