https://www.omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/260e602b39654e53527766dc0b5cccd4.pdf 736a1aeda3cb7e3c9d9b94a8973811a6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire TROUBADOUR October^she Hlew ^ cimjjshire roubactour (.'(mil's to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a slate whose beauty and opportunities should tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May .37, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord, . \ ew Hampshire under the Act of March .3, 1S79. ANDREW McC. HEATH, Editor Volume XX OCTOBER, 1950 Number 7 STONE WALLS OF NEW HAMPSHIRE Across the pastures, up hill, down dale. Old stone walls, ramble along A picturesque background where bright vines trail. Constructed by hands now gone. Over them scampering chipmunks chatter, Nearby, the partridge-drums call; The bittersweet bursts its jacket to flatter Each sombre gray granite wall. Half hidden in spots by venturesome trees. Moss grown through the passing years, A memento of wearisome toil are these, Marking the acres of pioneers. — From "Homespun Poems" by Ruth B. FieldUPHILL IN FOG From “ Along New England Roads,” by W. C. Prime, published by Harper & Brothers, 1X92. Reprinted by permission Maps give little idea of the elevations or depressions in the surface of a country, except as the run of the watercourses indicates the slopes. The high mountains of Northern New Hampshire are generally laid down on all maps, but few persons have any idea that in the lower part of the State there is very high land, and that to reach it from the Connecticut on the west, or the Merrimack on the east, an ascent of more than 1000, perhaps more than 1500 feet, must be accomplished. 1 have no means at present of ascertaining the elevation of the highest farms in such towns as Lemp- ster, Washington, and Stoddard. Some years ago, driving over the high farm country in Stoddard, I was told that this was the highest cultivated land in the State. This may be doubtful, but it is very high. Judging from the experience of the direct pull up from Charlestown to Lempster, we should be inclined to think the latter village several thousand feet above the Connecticut. It was a magnificent ride. The morning was foggy. October frequently fills the Connecticut valley with fogs. 'This was very dense and dark. As we went out from Charlestown and began the uphill journey, we came slowly into thinner mist, and after awhile into that most weird and solemn of all lights, the golden atmosphere of the October sun in fog among autumn forests. Stopping the horses on a water-bar for a little breath, we listened to the silence. Do you know what that means? It is not listening to nothing. There are sounds and many of them; but in the stillness of a foggy morning these sounds seem to cut sharply into the silence, and thus make you aware of the excessive stillness and calm which reign around you. The fall of a single leaf, broken off by the weight of moisture on it, is dis- 4 7 he October 7950WINSTON 1*0 TE I’utahn s arc an important farm crap in .\en Hampshire, cspct ialiv in the northern pan of the state, il though the upper ('onnecticut I alley is best (.noun far In till i/aalily potatoes, the alnn e farm ami Jicltl happen to In- in Shelburne, along the valley* of the imlroscoggin. linctly audible as it flutters to the ground. The voice of a crow, far away in the fog, comes through the yellow air with a metallic ring. You start along, and the crush of the wheels in the gravel is echoed from the side of the woods across a hollow, so that you think there is a water-fall over there. You stop again, and the echo dies away with a low murmuring along the trees, and the stillness is wonderful. Uphill and downhill, but more and more uphill, the road mounts the high land. Ahead of us there are long views between the maplesand birches, the view ending in yellow mist. We think that point must Ik* the top, but when we reach it the road swings around the side of the hill and stretches on up. We descend at length, but it is into a hollow, and it grows dark and darker in the fog as we go down, till at the bottom, where a stream crosses the road, we think it will rain in five minutes, so deep is the gloom; but we go up again into the sunny mists, and at length, on a summit, feel for the first time a breath of air coming from the southward. When the air begins to move the fog will vanish. Its vanishing now is almost instantaneous. We have scarcely time to exclaim. “See that hilltop over yonder, and that one beyond, and this one, and” — far as the eye can reach, rolling away under the rich sunlight, lie the red- and-gold hills and the highland farms of New Hampshire. Patches of fog remain here and there and in hollows under the sides of hills, but they disappear in a few minutes. The view is so sudden and so vast that even my horses stop short and l(K)k at it. But Lempster is still ahead of us. and we have yet higher heights to overcome. It was nearly twelve o'clock when we reached this little village — only four or five houses, with a new church and an abandoned old church. We had dinner, and then went over other heights to Washington. 1 do not know which stands the higher, Lempster or Washington. Both are attractive places, on account not only of their elevation, but also of their splendid surroundings of scenery. Lovewell Mountain is prominent near Washington. A farmer told me the legend of the origin of the name. I heard the story fifty years ago, and then believed it, as children believe, with ready faith. We grow sceptical as we grow older. But the farmer told it as a historic verity, and it is probably about as true as nine- tenths of what we call history. He believed it. and 1 don't know why you should not. A settler near this mountain in early times, named Lovewell. was splitting rails, when six Indians surrounded him and made him their prisoner. My informant was sure of thenumber — there were six. The settler agreed to go quietly with them if they would wait till he finished splitting the log he was at work on. They consented. He adjusted his wedge in the long split, and induced them to take hold of the two sides to hasten matters by pulling the log apart. Then knocking out his wedge, he caught their twelve hands tight and fast in the spring of the closing split, and applied his axe, seriatim, to the six heads. The result was six dead Indians, and the later result the name Lovewell Mountain. Note: The approximate elevations in feet above sea level of the village streets in the towns mentioned by Mr. Prime are Stoddard 1397, Lcmpster 1416, Acworth 1486, and Washington 1507. These elevations were taken from the U. S. Geological Survey. The summit of Ixwewell Mountain is 2479 feet above sea level. Editor. The summer home of ('.aptain /*.. Douglas MacHhearson in Hintlne. only a fine milt’s from the Massachusetts hnrilrr. is alnnil 1500 frit aimer sett Irrrl further proof that thrrr is ”hinh titouml” in thr southwestern part of \«r Hampshire. (’.apt. MacHhearson is tin official of a bin lloston concern anti ('.a plain of the Ancient Honorable Artillery ('.otnpany of Massachusetts, the oiliest military company in the I nitet! States, ilatintt from 1630. lie s/ientls most of his spare time on his hi-aiiliful estate. The picture uas taken by his frientl. Lt. Col. Hichart! It . Sears.WINSTON* POTE Autumn Scene on Main Street, Hancock WOODCOCK ARE SOMEWHERE L) 3. W. CJalt Take a cool, fresh morning in October with leaves rustling under foot and the sun hitting the top of a beech ridge, but the valley still in shadow. Tread lightly among the small birches, past the 8 The October 1930little brook, to the alder hillside where the ground is moist and sweet. Watch the dog hound over the stone wall and work back and forth among the gnarled alder clumps. Stand poised with shotgun at the “ready” when the dog stops short and freezes, tilled forward. The woodcock are in the alders! Although quite common over most of New Hampshire, except in the large unbroken forest areas, the woodcock or “timber doodle” is probably the least known of New Hampshire game birds. This is probably because of the “doodle’s” inclination to hide rather than Hy when the hunter walks near, and also because the inexperienced hunter is unable to spot the type of terrain or cover this bird prefers. Alders are to woodcock as wild apple trees are to grouse and cornfields are to pheasants, but there is no guarantee the birds will be there. Small birches, pines, sumac thickets, and even cornfields also have an appeal to woodcock at times. The rule seems to be that trees should not be over ten or fifteen feet high and, most important, the ground must be moist and worms available near the surface. “Doodles” usually shun grass, but have been found in swale grass as high as a hunter's waist. As they usually travel in small flocks, the hunter may be reasonably certain that when he has found one woodcock there are others nearby. “Why dontcher go over back of the abandoned school house,” the old timer suggests to the young hunter. “There's a nice bunch of flight woodcock in there.” But young hunter tramps all over the “school house cover” without discovering the spot where the woodcock are lying low. He concludes old timer has reached the age of senility. Later, old timer goes into the cover with his dog. and young hunter, now on a nearby hill, hears the 20-gauge shotgun speak frequently among the alders.New Hampshire has a good population of resident woodcock and is also in the path of the annual autumn migration from the northeast. In 1949 the peak of the annual flight apparently passed through southern New Hampshire during the last week in October, but each year it varies somewhat according to weather. The open hunting season on woodcock is governed by Federal regulations for migratory birds. In 1950 New Hampshire hunters have the entire month of October, except the 31st day. Famed for its cockscrew flight and elusive, gamev Havor, the woodcock is a favorite with both the seasoned shotgun dilettante and the gourmet. It is usually hunted with the aid of a dog. and “lies” for a pointing dog much better than does either the grouse or pheasant. Although the cocker spaniel was originally bred primarily for woodcock hunting, many New Hampshire hunters prefer a setter or a pointer. A well trained dog staunch in a statuesque point among the aiders is a thing of beauty, they proclaim. When the dog is commanded to “flush.” a russet-brown bird springs straight up with characteristic twittering whistle of wings. When it reaches a point just above the alders it reels off in erratic zig-zag flight. Fat, lazy, resident birds sometimes fly straight away, but for some reason these are also easy to miss. Just about the time you have managed to bring your gun up through the thicket and have emptied one barrel in vain, and have swung the other barrel on the bird, it disappears; simply drops out of sight in the undergrowth. Then the dog goes out to find the bird again, and you may have another chance toward your daily bag limit of four woodcock. The seasoned woodcock hunter usually isn't talkative except when in company of his own kind. He knows the uninitiated will find it difficult to understand the magic of the elusive little bird with the deep-woods flavor.FORGOTTEN TRAIL SHOWS HOW CATHEDRAL LEDGE GOT ITS NAME 1'iie road to the slate reservation of Cathedral Ledge, near North Conway, goes in over a level plain to the base of the precipice. There you will see a little group of parking places beneath the In air rien nf ( atlodral Leilfte. famous landmark across the Jl at Saco Hirer i alley from Nttrlh (on a ay. The hidden trail fo the DeriTs l)en. tchich Mr. De I Ate descriln-s. is someth here alonpi the hase of this livlfte. (jtlluslral Leilfte State Dark is just north of Kcho Lake Stale Dark, a /to/mlai Italianft and /ticnickitift s/ntl of vacationists in the llnstern Slofte Hcfiion. N. II. FOKKSTRY ANI> KKCKKATION COMMISSIONtrees, and close to one of these is a big glacial boulder, so shaped and set that it forms an overhanging shelter. Past this boulder a faint trail goes in. And if you are watchful you’ll see high on a tree an ancient, splintered sign that reads “Under Ledge Path to Diana’s Baths.” Straight in and up it goes — not a path, but where, if you can “read sign.’’ you will see that a path might have been; up over little ledges and gullies to the very base of the cliff. Here, too, you can see where the path must have gone — the only way it could have gone — snug against the rock. Bushes grow up in it now in many places, and shower-baths come down upon it oil the ledges as they always do after the rains, so that the going is rough and wet . . . and wonderful. The great Cathedral arch lies there, not so very far along, and its pulpit roek . . . nothing very remarkable, perhaps, but worth a visit if you are curious-minded, fairly agile, and rigged out in your old clothes. Once you could look oil from the Cathedral to the distant hills, but now high trees block the view and screen the arch from the sight of those below. Beyond it the “Under Ledge Path to Diana's Baths” (three- quarters of a mile away and easily reached by another route) has become as obscured as has the knowledge of the “Cathedral" itself. So 1 turn back along the cliff base and down through brief green woods, to the boulder again. Somewhere in here is (or, as 1 am told, was) the Devil’s Den. a dark cavern of some sort in the rock mass below the ledge. Now, they say, it has been blocked up . . . no great loss, perhaps, but of it there is this story: More than a century ago a certain Dr. Alexander Ramsey, deformed and somewhat eccentric Scot, was something of a figure in the region. His lectures on anatomy and demonstrations in his dissecting room made his North Conway abode a medical schoolof sorts, and the young men who studied under him were called “doctors.” It was a group of these doctors, clambering around Cathedral Ledge in the early part of the last century, who found and named the Devil’s Den. “Pah!”snorted the doc when they told him. “Vulgar name . . . and false! From the best evidence we have the ‘place prepared for the devil’ is not the temperate zone.” From “Roaming Around New England” by Willard De Lue in the liostnn Globe Snow of lift ap/tcars on the tipper slttpes of the /*residential Hanfte while folittfte on the foothills tun! alottft the hifthuays is still in the full ulory of autumn color. Sonu times the "frost in ft" remains all winter, am! sometimes the early snows melt umler the nnrm sun of Imlian Summer. This photograph of Ml. U ashingttm avis taken in Tinkham Notch on October 3 a n am in ft to late hikers to In- pre/mrul for IhuI a rather at hifth altituile in the II hite Mountains at this season. II eat her and trail cimtlitions on the Tresitlential Hanftr ran he check**! at the Tinkham Notch ('amp of the ip/mlachian Mountain (.luh. HAROLD ORNEMonument to General John Shirk at Stark Park. Manchester, near the site of the gen- era Vs last home ami grave on North Hirer Road. This heroic lironze statue. eighteen anil one-half feet high. on a nine-foot /teileslal. is the icork of Hicharil I). Recchia. Italian-horn tmerican sculptor. It uas erecleil in l(JUt. General Stark, the Granite State's most notable leader in the Retolutionary II nr, catered the retreat at the battle of Hunker llill. uhere the majority of soldiers on the tmerican side acre Neu Hampshire men. loiter. Stark and his men checked Hurgoyne in the dei'isive battle of Hennington < I ermont) and pand the nay for Gates' triumph over the ambitious llritish general at Saratoga. The llennington expidition uas largely Jinannd by John l.angdon of Portsmouth. Although John Stark uas horn at Derry, he livid in Manchester, and his house on (.anal Street is non headquarters of the Molly Stark chapter I). A. R. I*kask Kblly Front Cover: Autumn glory on Sugar Hill, near Franconia. Color photo by Homer B. Park. Back Cover: October afternoon shadows along a country road in North Sandwich. Photo by Fisk Audio-Visual Service. Frontispiece: Looking north toward Lake Waukewan along a nearly abandoned road that joins Parade Road, Meredith. Photo by Fisk Audio-Visual Service. The annual exhibit and sale of the New Hampshire Art Association continues at the Ballroom Gallery, l.flingham, through October 15. The annual Fall Foliage Festival at Warner will be held October 7 and 8 this year. New Hampshire Books and Authors “Mountain Creed And Other Poems” by Medora Addison Nutter of Canaan, New' Hampshire, was recently published by William Morrow and Company, New York. Several of the poems in this collection, including the title poem, have appeared in the Troubadour.The New Hampshire Fish and Game Department reports that the 1950 ruffed grouse population is larger than it has been for several years, and good hunting for this popular game bird is predicted. Grouse hunting legally starts ()c- tober 1 and lasts until December 1. However, most hunters wait for foliage to thin before making their more ambitious trips afield. Since May, New Hampshire sportsmen have been helping technicians of the Fish and Game Department to conduct a careful study of the grouse population by- reporting data on the bro< ds of young grouse they have found while on fishing or hiking trips or on special expeditions into grouse breeding areas. The deer population in New Hampshire continues at a high level in most sections of the state in spite of liberal open seasons. The department may ask hunters to concentrate in certain areas that have become overpopulated with deer to the point where their winter range may not be able to support them during the snow months, or where damage to agricultural interests by deer herds is heavy. Deer season: Month of November in northern zone; month of December in southern zone. A Photographic Illusion Gentlemen: llarr von fcwi up to take a look tit "The (Ht! Man of thr Mountains" recently? If not you prttbuldy don't know that hr lias jurafied across Franconia Notch and is now on the east side of V. S. Highway No. 3. The enclosed picture u ill prove it. lit low "The Old Man" is a landslide which, a siftn there says, occurrtd June 21. /9 IH. a short ilistance south of the parkinn twea for "The Old Man." The tar in the picture is heath d north on II. S. Iliuhntrs No. 3. I double exposure? Of course, hut a remarkable one. don't you think? \. R. Ackkrman Nashville. Tennessee Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 4677Troubadour195010 Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour October 1950 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1950-10 Description An account of the resource The New Hampshrie Troubadour was a monthly publication of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission. The magazine was printed between 1931 and 1951. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource 16-page booklet Language A language of the resource eng Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant New Hampshire, Warner Provenance A statement of any changes in ownership and custody of the resource since its creation that are significant for its authenticity, integrity, and interpretation. The statement may include a description of any changes successive custodians made to the resource. New Hampshire State Library Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource No Copyright - United States Subject The topic of the resource farming, hunting, Cathedral Ledge, Mt. Washington, General John Stark, Old Man of the Mountain Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Cathedral Ledge farming General John Stark hunting Mt. Washington New Hampshire Old Man of the Mountain Warner