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Updated: May 9, 2025
"I reckon that's about the only thing to be done," assented the guide. And in twenty minutes' time the four were again straining up Katahdin, clutching slippery rocks, sinking in sodden earth, shivering as they were besprinkled by every bush and dwarfed tree, and dreadfully hampered with their rifles. "Never mind, boys; we'll get there! Clinch yer teeth, and don't squirm!
Our simplified view comprised a grassy hill with barns, and a stern positive pyramid, surely Katahdin; aloft, beyond, above, below, thither, hither, and yon, Fog, not fog, but FOG.
"Say I'm like a Sukey, and I'll go for you!" roared Dol, a gurgling laugh breaking from him, the first which had been heard since the four struggled through that tangle on Katahdin to a sight of the old camp. Once or twice during supper the mirth, which had been frozen in each camper's breast by a sight of the drifted wreck of a human life, warmed again spasmodically.
For, as he cleared the camping-ground with a blind dash, with head bent and tongue caught between his clenched teeth, with a boom like a Gatling gun, a great block of granite from the summit of Katahdin struck the rock which sheltered the old camp, breaking a big piece off it, and shot on with mighty impetus down the mountain.
Water-Goblins from the streams about Katahdin had left their birthplace and journeyed away to the Agiochooks, making their presence known to the Indians of that region by thefts and loss of life. When the manitou, Glooskap, learned that these goblins were eating human flesh and committing other outrages, he took on their own form, turning half his body into stone, and went in search of them.
All that has been previously written fails to portray so vividly the mysterious life of the lonely forest, the grandeur of Katahdin or Ktaadn, that hermit-mountain, and the wild and adventurous navigation of those Northern water-courses whose perils make the boating of the Adirondack region seem safe and tame.
Cyrus lifted his hat, and waved it at the distant mass. "Hurrah!" he cried. "There's the home of storms! There's old Katahdin! The Indians named it Ktaadn 'the biggest mountain." "Want to hear the Indian legend about it, lads?" asked Dr. Phil. A general chirp of assent was his reply, and the doctor began:
But Mark had taken Jack's place in the controller's seat and neither he nor his chum felt that he wished to give over the guidance of the Snowbird to anybody else. Now, some distance ahead, the peak of Mt. Katahdin, gloriously mantled in moonlight, rose before them.
Now, up by Katahdin, there were new discoveries to be made; and that mountain would sternly eye us, to know whether Iglesias were a copyist, or I a Cockney. Katahdin was always in its place up in the woods. The Penobscot was always buzzing along toward the calm reaches, where it takes the shadow of the mountain. All we needed was the birch.
The Girl-Chenoo Of the Girl who married Mount Katahdin, and how all the Indians brought about their own Ruin How a Hunter visited the Thunder Spirits who dwell on Mount Katahdin The Thunder and Lightning Men Of the Woman who married the Thunder, and of their Boy How Two Girls were changed to Water-Snakes, and of Two others that became Mermaids Ne Hwas, the Mermaid
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