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Pompey started with me but did not stay with me long.<br />
We were runn<strong>in</strong>g through a field, he bark<strong>in</strong>g and I yell<strong>in</strong>g<br />
and whistl<strong>in</strong>g when about two hundred yards ahead I<br />
saw an animal runn<strong>in</strong>g for <strong>the</strong> edge of <strong>the</strong> woods.<br />
Although I do not have a Pompey, I feel <strong>the</strong> same exuberance<br />
as I walk through fields and stone walls toward <strong>the</strong> edge of <strong>the</strong><br />
wood, seem<strong>in</strong>gly unchanged. <strong>The</strong> animal Clarence saw was <strong>the</strong><br />
skunk that lured Pompey on an all-day chase. I am on<br />
Clarence’s trail.<br />
Before I reach <strong>the</strong> field-woods edge, I notice a white ash<br />
sapl<strong>in</strong>g with buds nipped off 5 feet above <strong>the</strong> ground—a<br />
moose. About 100 feet far<strong>the</strong>r and I pick up a large fea<strong>the</strong>r—<br />
wild turkey. <strong>The</strong>se are two animals that were extirpated <strong>in</strong> 1904<br />
but have returned <strong>in</strong> abundance today. I pass through a short<br />
stretch of early successional forest before popp<strong>in</strong>g out on a<br />
woods road along a stone wall. Beh<strong>in</strong>d <strong>the</strong> wall is a stand of<br />
mixed woods, with much fir, just burst<strong>in</strong>g with <strong>the</strong> most<br />
succulent blackberries I have seen this year. With<strong>in</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
100 yards I see a pile of bear scat and multiple moose bed sites<br />
amidst <strong>the</strong> blackberry bushes.<br />
Clarence’s balsam fir woods rema<strong>in</strong>, but <strong>the</strong> large mammals<br />
have returned. I load up on blackberries and <strong>the</strong>n scurry along.<br />
<strong>The</strong> view from atop Burnt Mounta<strong>in</strong>. In 1904, Clarence wrote of this same<br />
view: “<strong>The</strong> general impression of <strong>the</strong> green mounta<strong>in</strong>s I had been told was<br />
of an ocean roll<strong>in</strong>g away. It is so—only grander and more impressive and<br />
when one sees <strong>the</strong> whole circumference as I have today it awes you and<br />
goes deeper than ca<strong>the</strong>drals or any works of man.”<br />
WILLARD MORGAN<br />
With<strong>in</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>r 10 m<strong>in</strong>utes, I f<strong>in</strong>d a seasonal hunt<strong>in</strong>g<br />
camp at <strong>the</strong> edge of a recent cut, with a steep hill<br />
covered by a tight network of ferns and blackberry bushes<br />
ahead of me. Because of <strong>the</strong> heat, I had worn only shorts and<br />
runn<strong>in</strong>g shoes, to my dismay now. I recall Clarence’s account at<br />
this po<strong>in</strong>t as I rouse my enthusiasm for a brutal bushwhack.<br />
<strong>The</strong> task before me was no easy one. This hill has all been<br />
burned over and a tangle or ra<strong>the</strong>r m<strong>in</strong>iature jungle or<br />
thicket of thorny berry bushes has sprung up around <strong>the</strong><br />
burned stumps and <strong>the</strong> fallen logs. <strong>The</strong>n too <strong>the</strong><br />
mounta<strong>in</strong> is not one that a person look<strong>in</strong>g for pleasure<br />
would pick out <strong>the</strong>re be<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>numberable large boulders<br />
on every side. But it couldn’t have been better for me if it<br />
had been made to order. I dug <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> bushes and<br />
boulders and fallen logs, paus<strong>in</strong>g rarely but just go<strong>in</strong>g up<br />
and keep<strong>in</strong>g a sharp look out for animals. <strong>The</strong> tracks<br />
were scarce on <strong>the</strong> mounta<strong>in</strong>side and I looked <strong>in</strong> va<strong>in</strong><br />
until I reached <strong>the</strong> very summit.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re I was rewarded by <strong>the</strong> sight of a f<strong>in</strong>e white<br />
rabbit. <strong>The</strong> view from <strong>the</strong> top was <strong>in</strong>spir<strong>in</strong>g. All around<br />
were mounta<strong>in</strong>s of equal size with m<strong>in</strong>e, and roll<strong>in</strong>g back<br />
to <strong>the</strong> horizon <strong>the</strong>y served as mere foothills to <strong>the</strong> larger<br />
and grander mounta<strong>in</strong>s. I could look all around <strong>the</strong> circle,<br />
see<strong>in</strong>g Camels Hump and o<strong>the</strong>rs of <strong>the</strong> same height.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y were of course covered with snow and many of<br />
<strong>the</strong>m rem<strong>in</strong>ded me of <strong>the</strong> sacred mounta<strong>in</strong> of Japan. <strong>The</strong><br />
general impression of <strong>the</strong> green mounta<strong>in</strong>s I had been<br />
told was of an ocean roll<strong>in</strong>g away. It is so—only grander<br />
and more impressive and when one sees <strong>the</strong> whole<br />
circumference as I have today it awes you and goes<br />
deeper than ca<strong>the</strong>drals or any works of man.<br />
Encouraged by <strong>the</strong> Clarence Allen spirit, I plow ahead through<br />
ferns and blackberries, which turn out to hide a tangle of<br />
logg<strong>in</strong>g slash underneath. A few headlong falls and “<strong>in</strong>numberable”<br />
scratches on my legs later, I clamber out of this thicket<br />
and <strong>in</strong>to a beautiful mid-successional nor<strong>the</strong>rn hardwood<br />
forest. American beech, sugar maple, red maple, and yellow<br />
birch dom<strong>in</strong>ate <strong>the</strong> canopy, with some striped maple and<br />
scattered balsam fir <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> understory. As I climb, <strong>the</strong> forest<br />
becomes a woodland with a wide-open understory carpeted<br />
with hayscented and bracken ferns.<br />
Cont<strong>in</strong>ued on page 18<br />
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