Mt. Moosilauke (1759) - Ranger's Rest
". . . Across the open meadow was a lofty mountain, and the early snow of autumn glistened in the sunlight upon its summit. Old settlers tell the story of how two of Rogers' rangers, one of them by name Robert Pomeroy, had hunted on the streams beyond that mountain in bygone days.
With their companions dying around them and death staring them in the face they resolved to cross it and go home. Late in the afternoon they were standing upon the summit of Moosilauke mountain. They stopped to rest and to gaze upon the wildest scene that ever met their eyes. Mountains like mole hills were scattered through the great northern country.
Half an hour later they saw the sun sink slowly down and gild every range of mountains with golden rays of glory. As the crescent moon, at first pale but with growing brightness, together with a single star of large magnitude, appeared over the summits of the eastern mountains, Pomeroy, benumbed with cold, sank down saying he must sleep. His companion tried to rouse him but in vain. . . ."
From "Ranger's Rest" by William Little, pp. 13-23, The Moosilaukee Reader (Vol.1). ©1999.
