which brings one to Painter Road.
     When I thought the Bottoms would be a veritable Fairyland, I was not disappointed by the realization.  It was a fairyland – a wonderland of frost and mists.  Just after you leave Blue Mountain, the path takes a winding course along the sulphur stream, which, from running east, turns suddenly north.  Naturally, at the turn, the side of the hollow forms a sort of headland on land, shutting out the view of the Painter Road until you actually make the turn.   The effect this morning was striking – as I came around the “corner”, the beauty of the scene startled me almost.  A few trees near the road were coated white; beyond the road was a impenetrable bank of mist, making it seem as though I had come to a precipice and the mist was the sky.
     With keen anticipation of the “beauty feast” I was to enjoy, I climbed the frosty covered “Gate”, and started on the road, with a view to entering Hawthorne meadow and the swamp adjoining.  The scene here, tempered by the heavy grey mists, was pretty.