1.The stage-coach always drew up before the door of the cottage. The way-farer, with no companion but his staff, paused here to exchange a word, that the sense of loneliness might not utterly overcome him ere he could pass through the cleft of the mountain,
2. This family were situated in the Notch of the White Hills, where the wind was sharp throughout the year, and pitilessly cold in the winter giving their cottage all its fresh inclemency before it desc
3.The romantic pass of the Notch is a great artery, through which the life-blood of internal commerce is continually throbbing between Maine, on one side, and the Green Mountains and the shores of the S