Washington, now better known as Mt.
Everett or Taghsomi; thence to Bashpish Falls in New York,
and to the Salisbury Lakes in Connecticut. We visited many
interesting places and enjoyed what has always seemed to me
the most beautiful scenery on earth.
There were one or two quite ludicrous adventures. I went
alone to the top of Bald Mountain in Lenox one day. Gray
had been there and preferred to visit a neighboring hilltop.
As I approached the summit, which was a bare pasture, I came
upon a powerful bull with a herd of cattle near him. He began
to bellow and paw the ground and move toward me in angry fashion.
There was no chance for any place of refuge which I could
hope to gain. I looked around for some rock or instrument
of defence. It was, I think, the most imminent danger to
which I have ever been exposed. I was calculating my capacity
for dodging the creature when suddenly a sound like a small
clap of thunder was heard. The rest of the herd, which seemed
quite wild, seeing the approach of a stranger, had taken alarm
and started off down the hillside on a full run, their rushing
and trampling causing the earth to reverberate beneath their
tread and produce the sound of which I have just spoken.
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