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 LITTLE JOURNEYS ABOUT 
 
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 G\r*OW when the Boss of the Beldams found 
 C \JTbat without his leave they were ramping round, 
 He called, — they could hear him twenty miles, 
 From Chelsea Beach to the Misery Isles ; 
 
 They came, of course, at their master's call, 
 
 The witches, the broomsticks, the cats, and all ; 
 
 He led the hags to a railway train 
 
 The horses were trying to drag in vain. 
 
 " ZKpw, then," says he, "you 've had your fun, 
 
 tAnd here are the cars you 've got to run. 
 
 The driver may Just unhitch his team, 
 
 We don't want horses, we don't want steam ; 
 
 You may keep your old black cats to hug, 
 
 'But the loaded train you 've got to lug." 
 
 Since then on many a car you 'U see 
 
 *A broomstick plain as plain can be ; 
 
 On every stick there 's a witch astride, — 
 
 The string you see to her leg is tied. 
 
 She will do a mischief if she can, 
 
 'But the string is held by a careful man, 
 
 *And whenever the evil-minded witch 
 
 Would cut some caper, he gives a twitch. 
 
 tAsfor the hag, you can't see her, 
 
 'But hark ! you can hear her black cat's purr, 
 
 ^4nd now and then, as a car goes by, 
 
 You may catch a gleam from her wicked eye. 
 
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 [From The Broomstick Train. 
 
 By Oliver Wendell Holmes. 
 
 
How to Become Acquainted 
 With 
 
 Boston s Suburbs. 
 
 HOW MANY PEOPLE who do not drive 
 frequently are familiar with the general 
 characteristics of the towns and cities 
 which surround Boston within a radius of 
 twenty miles? A very small percentage it 
 is safe to say, and the worst feature of it 
 is that there is no longer any excuse for 
 it. It is no longer necessary to own a horse 
 or to hire a stahle carriage or even to ride a wheel 
 to enjoy the beautiful rides and drives which 
 lead out from this fair city on all sides. The 
 entire country for miles around is now con- 
 nected with a net work of electric street rail- 
 way lines running comfortable open cars 
 with great frequency over the best of 
 roads and through the prettiest and most 
 diversified country anywhere to be found. 
 
 It is safe to say that Bostonians when abroad 
 in this or any other land on a summer's va- 
 cation trip would never allow themselves 
 to return home from any other city boast- 
 ing suburbs as charming as those of Bos- 
 ton and as readily accessible without paying 
 them a visit. The excuse is ever ready that 
 one cannot go to Europe or to the Yellowstone 
 Park every day, but Bunker Hill Monument 
 and the suburban car rides, like the poor, are 
 always with us and can wait. That is all very 
 well for him who does not remember that 
 "procrastination is the thief of time." Visitors 
 to our city are most appreciative of the car 
 rides in this vicinity, and exclaim at the cheap, 
 ness of the fares, and a good many Bostonians, 
 too, know something about the cheapest rides, 
 that long one out to Franklin Park, for 
 instance— all for five cents.- That, however, 
 is no cheaper in comparison than plenty of 
 other trips of which these same people are 
 wholly ignorant. 
 
 There are two reasons why it is especially 
 
timely to call the public attention to these en- 
 joyable little journeys. In the first place, our 
 city is to be the gathering place this summer of 
 four great national conventions which, it is es- 
 timated, will together bring from 150,000 to 
 200,000 strangers within our gates. Many of 
 these will visit relatives and friends living 
 here, and all will be alive to the great store of 
 wonderful things kept here for the edification 
 —edification first in Boston, of course— and en- 
 joyment of visitors. It will be pleasant for our 
 fellow-townsmen, therefore, after showing off 
 the Public Library, Art Museum, and some of the 
 antiquities of the town— for it will naturally be 
 impossible to exhaust them all— to be able to 
 take their guests on a day's trip by electric 
 about the surrounding country. 
 
 There is also the selfish side, which must be 
 considered in these times when economy is a 
 necessary virtue, and everyone cannot afford to 
 take a long vacation away from home. For such 
 the car jaun tings are indeed a boon, and a dol- 
 lar can be well spent on one now and then with 
 the consciousness that one has had a good 
 time and his money's worth besides. Such 
 trips are not so costly but that one might even 
 plan to enjoy one each week throughout the 
 summer without feeling the cost or exhausting 
 the territory to be covered. And the return for 
 such an expenditure would be in a better 
 knowledge of one's environment, of the people 
 who are one's neighbors, and a realization that 
 It is not necessary to journey hundreds of miles 
 to find the picturesque, the beautiful and the 
 enjoyable things of this world. 
 
 To facilitate matters for those who do not 
 have the time to seek out the most enjoyable 
 trips of this nature for themselves, the Tran- 
 script has here covered more or less extended 
 routes for the benefit of its readers, giving 
 helpful suggestions as to cars and points of 
 interest along the way, fares, checks and 
 transfers, that anyone may with this aid 
 cover the whole or any part of such routes 
 without meeting aggravating difficulties to mar 
 the pleasure of the occasion. 
 
FIRST TRIP. 
 
 Nine Cities and 
 
 Toivns Within Twenty 
 
 Miles of Boston Visited in a 
 
 Day's Ride on the Electric Cars and 
 
 Forty Miles of Inland and 
 
 Coast Roads Covered at a 
 
 Cost of Eighty Cents. 
 
 THE FIRST of this series consists of a trip 
 through the inland farming country north 
 of Boston, some of the larger manufactur- 
 ing towns and cities. favorite suburban residence 
 sections, groat public reservations, and several 
 of the most noteworthy historical points and 
 watering-places on the famous North Shore. 
 In all nine cities and towns and nearly forty 
 miles of street rails were traversed in the 
 course of eight hours, a complete circuit being 
 made, with not more than two miles of track 
 being travelled twice. All of the routes given 
 in this book can be readily reduced according 
 to suggestions made along the way, or by start- 
 ing in at any one of the points entered by the 
 steam roads. 
 
 Although this city is especially blest with 
 immediate suburbs of more than usual at- 
 tractiveness, it has been deemed best on this 
 trip, in view of the superior charms awaiting 
 farther on, to pass as quickly and easily as pos- 
 sible out to a starting point some ten miles 
 from Boston by steatn train. Trains to Maiden 
 can be taken on week days and Sundays at fre- 
 quent intervals from the Union station over 
 the Western Division of the Boston & Maine 
 road. The fare is ten cents, the distance eight 
 miles, and the time taken in transit fifteen 
 minutes. It is not an unpicturesque part of 
 
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 the trip, however, out over the Mystic river 
 with the broad, salt marshes teeming with 
 color on the one hand, and on the other pretty 
 stretches of landscape, with the river and hits 
 of marsh in the foreground, the roofs and 
 spires of intervening towns farther on, and the 
 hills of Arlington and Winchester for a back- 
 ground. 
 
 Arrived at Maiden, the traveller alights on 
 the right-hand side of the train, and retraces 
 his way beside the tracks to the main street of 
 this part of the city. Here, turning left, a walk 
 of five minutes through the principal business 
 section of the place brings him to Maiden 
 square, with the Baptist church on one side 
 and the street car station on the other, 
 to serve as landmarks. Here begins the 
 first stage of the journey proper, going 
 three miles north to Melrose Highlands 
 and the Stoneham line. All cars are plain- 
 ly marked with their destinations and routes, 
 so no time need be wasted on such par- 
 ticulars here. These cars leave Maiden square 
 every thirty minutes, twenty minutes of and 
 ten minutes past the hour, in the morning, and 
 every fifteen minutes in the afternoon week- 
 days, and all day on Sundays. Once aboard 
 the car it takes but a few minutes to run up the 
 tree-shaded street out of the city proper, and 
 before one realizes how far he has gone, 
 the conductor announces Fells Station, and 
 looking to the left not more than three 
 hundred yards away, a glimpse is had of 
 the heights about Black Rock in the Mid- 
 dlesex Fells Reservation. This is in the edge 
 of Melrose, and Wyoming station is the next 
 point on the way before entering the business 
 centre of Melrose. The town house is passed on 
 the left, and the car shoots on to Ell Pond, a 
 pretty little sheet of water, but somewhat dis- 
 figured by too numerous icehouses. The next 
 stop is the Melrose Highlands car stables, 
 twenty minutes from Maiden square, where the 
 line turns west. Just beyond where the track 
 crosses Main street, if the traveller desires to 
 cut his trip short about two miles, and leave 
 the town >ot Stoneham out, he can change 
 for Wakefield. These cars run every hour in the 
 forenoon and every half-hour later in the day, 
 and from the middle of June they will run every 
 half-hour all day throughout the summer, The 
 route is northerly through the pretty village of 
 Greenwood, and is really a charming ride of 
 about two miles. To proceed on the longer 
 route the car runs on past the Boston & Maine 
 crossing at Melrose Highlands to the Stoneham 
 line, where the first five-cent fare stage ends 
 
 and a change must be made. A wait of from 
 
fifteen minutes to half an hour is sometimes 
 necessary here, but as it is rather an interest- 
 ing country,— not really romantic, perhaps, but 
 yet interesting,— the traveller may jog along 
 leisurely on foot till the car overtakes him. 
 
 It is but a mile and three-quarters to Stone- 
 ham square, but it costs five cents to ride it, 
 and there a change is made from the Lynn & 
 Boston line, which continues on to Woburn, 
 Winchester and Medford and so back to 
 Maiden— a pretty ride part electric and part 
 horse power— to the Wakefield & Stoneham 
 Street Railway, A close connection is like- 
 ly to be made at this point. Some 
 of the cars to Wakefield— alternate ones 
 as a rule— run through to the Lynn boundary, 
 while others go only to Wakefield Centre. The 
 traveller misses nothing either way, so let him 
 take the first car he finds bound to Wakefield. 
 Enough of Stoneham is seen to show that it is 
 'a shoe manufacturing place, and then the car 
 mounts Farm Hill and begins a gradual descent 
 into Wakefield. From this eminence, one of 
 the highest points in the region, beautiful 
 broad views may be had. Away on the right 
 one looks northward across a broad valley to 
 the hills about Dan vers, and the great asylum 
 buildings there are easily distinguishable. To 
 the left one looks west across country to Mt. 
 Wachusett. 
 
 Should the traveller find, on paying his fare— 
 which is fifteen cents if on a through car to 
 Lynn, or five cents if to Wakefield only, and 
 fifteen cents on from there— that his car stops 
 at Wakefield, he should ask for a check on the 
 Reading line; it costs no more. 
 
 At Wakefield Centre he changes to the Read- 
 ing car, and takes a brisk ride along the very 
 shore of Quannapowitt Lake and out into the 
 country a little way, a mile and a half all told. 
 Here he will be dropped by the roadside at the 
 Reading line, unless he pays five cents to con- 
 tinue and five cents more to come back with 
 the car. The best plan is, perhaps, to stop at 
 the line and walk slowly back till the car re- 
 turning overtakes him. For five cents then 
 paid he receives a check which transfers him 
 to the Lynn car with which he makes a con- 
 nection at Wakefield Centre. He pays over the 
 check and enjoys a most delightful ride over a 
 rural road to theSaugus line. The traveller is 
 now enjoying the swift ride and the country 
 scenes and smells so keenly that he does not in 
 the least objoct to paying another nickel to 
 allow him to continue on across Saugus. This 
 is a much maligned town, and it will prove a 
 delightful surprise to him who has been warned 
 of journeying to Lynn by the Saugus branch 
 without a trunk. 
 
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 Now pretty willows skirt the road and a mill 
 pond shimmers in the sunlight through the 
 leaves; now it is by fields or pastures with 
 grazing herds of cows; again it is between 
 some rugged, rocky little hills, well wooded, 
 that the road runs and then dives into a heavy 
 growth of pine, oak and hickory and along the 
 shore of Birch Pond. All the while the car flies 
 on with trolley screeching overhead at a too 
 rapid rate for one who would like to linger here 
 with nature. At Lynnhurst, on the edge of 
 Lynn, another change is made back to the 
 Lynn & Boston Railroad, and the journey to 
 the sea begins. 
 
 Up to this point two hours and twenty min- 
 utes have been consumed since leaving Maiden 
 square; 25 minutes to Melrose Highlands, 30 
 minutes to wait, 10 to Stoneham, 15 to Wake- 
 field, 30 to Reading and 30 to Lynnhurst. 
 Another fare of five cents carries the traveller 
 along the outskirts of Lynn Woods Reservation, 
 where is located the celebrated Dungeon Rock, 
 an enormous cavern where Kidd or some other 
 pirate— which is an injustice to Kidd, as he 
 never was a pirate— was supposed to have hid- 
 den treasure. A good idea is also had of Lynn's 
 residence, manufacturing and business sec- 
 tions along this route. When the fare is paid 
 on this car the conductor should be asked if he 
 will make the best connections with the Salem 
 or the Marblehead line, and a check should be 
 secured for whichever one seems best. The 
 writer found his closest change on the Salem 
 line, and that route will therefore be followed 
 out here. The change is made in the square in 
 front of the Boston & Maine station at Lynn, 
 and care should be taken to read the 
 car signs, as there are several lines running 
 past this point. Assuming for the nonce 
 that the traveller goes by way of Salem, the 
 thickly settled part of Lynn is soon left behind 
 and the car proceeds for some three miles 
 through Upper Swampscott and a most diver- 
 sified country of rocks, woods and fields. The 
 difference in the landscape and the air is at 
 once felt, however, between this and Saugus. 
 It is the influence of the sea, and the saltnessin 
 the atmosphere invigorates the traveller to meet 
 what is yet in store. Speeding over the broad 
 turnpike past the new normal school building, 
 the car rounds into Salem; dignified, historic 
 Salem. The track runs through one of the 
 prettiest residence streets in the town down 
 to the business centre, the railroad sta- 
 tion and the famed long tunnel by the head of 
 which the car stops. This point is five miles 
 from Lynn and forty-fi\e minutes have been 
 required to cover it. The traveller has paid 
 
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 over his check and later another five-cent piece 
 and now he awaits a car to Marblehead. 
 
 These cars leave Salem Tunnel on the hour 
 and thirty minutes past, all day, so that if the 
 wanderer desires to spend a little time in 
 Salem he can do so without much loss on his 
 schedule. Right within gun-shot of the tun- 
 nel, one might say, on one hand or the other 
 lie the most interesting historical points in 
 Salem, and hours or minutes may be profitably 
 passed there. From the tunnel, cars maybe 
 taken also to Beverly, Peabody and Wen ham, 
 or to Salem Willows, all beautiful trips, but 
 not included in this itinerary. Once out of the 
 city, on the old Salem and Marblehead road, 
 fine scenery is spread out again before the 
 traveller. On the right, broad, green meadows 
 stretch away to the low, cedar-covered hills 
 beyond. On the left, the road skirts the head 
 of Salem's pretty harbor, and the first sight of 
 •the sea is had looking down the harbor to the 
 high and woody coast of the North Shore. 
 Then come the farms on the outskirts of 
 Marblehead and in front rise the tower of Ab- 
 bott Hall, the standpipe and the spires of the 
 old town. Devereaux Station on the Boston & 
 Maine road is passed and the driving road to 
 Marblehead Neck just beyond. Barges run 
 from here at intervals to the Neck, but the car 
 continues into and through the rambling old 
 town to Fort Sewall at the farthermost point 
 overlooking the sea. Forty minutes will be 
 needed for the run from Salem to Marblehead 
 Fort and the fare is five cents. Assuming that 
 one has run straight through without any 
 sight-seeing in Salem, the trip has occupied 
 four hours and a half from Maiden to this 
 point, and with a further assumption that the 
 traveller set out at the convenient hour 
 of eight o'clock for his day's trip he would 
 now naturally begin to feel the craving 
 for a little bite of luncheon. It is the best 
 plan to carry luncheon on this trip, for 
 the restaurants along the way are uncertain 
 affairs, and the car stations furnish nothing 
 more filling than pickled limes and soda water. 
 Fort Sewall will therefore be found a conve- 
 nient lunching-point, for, while comfortably 
 munching sandwiches on the grassy parapet or 
 on the rocks by the sea below, the eye can 
 wander forth over the harbor with its summer 
 fleet of yachts, the Neck and its cottage settle- 
 ment, and the broad Atlantic beyond. After 
 lunch, if one has a taste for such things, the 
 old burying-ground on the hill hard by will 
 prove of interest, with its old stones and quaint 
 epitaphs. 
 
 Now the traveller is homeward bound, and 
 
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 the car winds once more through the crazy- 
 streets of the queer old town, out over the 
 highly cultivated farms and on to lower 
 Swampscott, and skirts the shore by the long 
 beaches and up through the opposite side of 
 Lynn to that traversed going out. From 
 Marblehead to Lynn is seven miles, and the 
 fare is tan cents. At Lynn the last change 
 of cars is made and the final stage of the 
 journey embarked upon. In coming down 
 from Wakefield the car passed through North 
 Saugus, now a car to Maiden via Saugus 
 Centre should be taken, a trip of eight miles, 
 through a pretty, open farming country, the 
 town of Saugus, the village of Cliftondale 
 and the suburbs of Maiden, which is covered 
 in an hour, and at a charge of ten cents. 
 From Maiden the steam train is again taken 
 for Boston, and for the sum of eighty cents the 
 circuit of forty miles has been covered in the 
 course of one easy day of riding in the people's 
 coaches. 
 
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SECOND TRIP, 
 
 Through Brook line, 
 
 the Newtons, Waltham, 
 
 Watertown and Cambridge — A 
 
 Ride of Twe?ity-Nine Miles, Costing 
 
 Less Than Fifty Cents — Luncheon on 
 
 Prospect Hill, Waltham, Where 
 
 the Tourist Gets One of 
 
 the Finest Views 
 
 in the State. 
 
 IN THE TRIP preceding this having outlined 
 one of the longest electric car rides in this 
 vicinity, it is proposed to follow a shorter 
 route this time, and enjoy one covering fewer 
 miles of track, but, if possible, one more replete 
 with points of interest, and traversing little or 
 no country that is lacking in something of the 
 picturesque. The route covers in all about 
 twenty-nine miles, and includes some of the 
 wealthiest and most popular residence districts 
 found within a radius of a dozen miles of the 
 Hub. Many Bostonians know of "The New- 
 tons," but in travelling to them by train on the 
 Albany circuit road one is so twirled about the 
 township as to be completely dazed, and few 
 outside of actual residents of the city of New- 
 ton itself could tell offhand in what geographi- 
 cal part of its territory its various centres are 
 located. This trip covers all the principal 
 Newtons, and Brookline, Waltham, Watertown 
 and Cambridge as well. 
 
 From the very outset the route is one which 
 will prove of great interest to strangers in the 
 city as the first stage begins in front of the 
 Granary Burying Ground. where lie the remains 
 of the parents of Benjamin Franklin, and where 
 are also buried John Hancock, Samuel Adams, 
 
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 besides many of the city's patriots and gen- 
 tlefolk of long ago. A car for Reservoir is to be 
 taken, and as there are two lines running there 
 from this point, one of blue cars by way of Brook- 
 line Centre and one of brown cars by way of 
 Beacon street, a word of caution should here be 
 given to take a brown car. This is by far the 
 prettier route, as well as the shorter. Bostoni- 
 ans know the first stage of this trip and its 
 beauties full well, as it is a favorite car 
 ride and drive, and they will pardon the 
 details of the road, which are given for 
 the benefit of strangers. Passing along Tre- 
 mont street, with the Common on the 
 right and the large retail stores on the 
 left, the visitor will at once recognize in the 
 endless string of cars and vehicles, and the sur- 
 ging crowds of people, the gieat need for the 
 subway, the initial work on which is seen on 
 turning into Boylston street at the farther side 
 of the Common. Here on the left, just out of 
 Tremont street, is the old Public Library build- 
 ing, so recently deserted for the magnificent 
 structure soon to be passed a little farther on. 
 The Common passed, the Public Garden is 
 reached and in turn left behind, and the next 
 point of interest is the building of the Boston 
 Society of Natural History, on the corner of 
 Berkeley street, and next to it the two main 
 buildings of the Massachusetts Institute of 
 Technology. And now comes one of Boston's 
 chief prides, Copley square, with Trinity 
 Church on the left, the Art Museum beyond, 
 the new Public Library at the head of the 
 square, and opposite it, on Boylston street, the 
 Old South Church. The car continues across 
 the square and out Boylston street, and on 
 the left, next to the library, is the Harvard 
 Medical School. Now the traveller can rest a 
 brief space to digest what he has seen, and as 
 the car nears Massachusetts avenue, where it 
 turns north, one looks out upon a bit of the 
 Back Bay Fens, with tall Lombardy poplars 
 skirting the drive, and across to the hills in 
 Roxbury and Brookline. On crossing Com- 
 monwealth avenue one can look to the right 
 down that magnificent street to the Public 
 Garden, and to the tall shaft of the Soldiers' 
 and Sailors' Monument on the Common: and 
 to the left and take a passing look at the 
 statue of Leif Ericsson and at the Fenway once 
 more. As the car turns west on to Beacon 
 street a glance should be taken up this famous 
 street to the gilded dome of the State House, 
 surmounting the hill, and out upon the Har- 
 vard Bridge, which carries Massachusetts 
 avenue over the Charles River basin. 
 
 Here the motorman turns on a little more 
 current, as the way lies straight as an arrow 
 
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 before him to Reservoir, and the car speeds 
 away, intersecting Commonwealth avenue 
 boulevard once more and out into Brookline. 
 Along the broad avenue over which the car 
 travels in its own pretty roadway between lines 
 of turf and trees, leaving a wide drive each 
 side, are the residences of some of Boston's 
 wealthiest men. Coolidge's Corner is soon 
 reached, and just beyond on the right rises 
 Corey Hill. The road skirts the base of the 
 hill and gradually climbs up to a higher grade 
 as Chestnut Hill is neared, and all the way one 
 is treated to a feast of the most exquisite archi- 
 tectural examples and beautifully laid out 
 private grounds. Just before reaching the 
 terminus of the line at Reservoir, the car 
 passes once more into the territory of the 
 city of Boston. It is worth while to take a few 
 minutes to walk over to the reservoir grounds, 
 the Mecca of the riding and driving public for 
 miles around. Here the water is brought down 
 by two aqueducts from Lake Cochituate and 
 the Sudbury River to supply Boston's high ser- 
 vice ; and the great pumps at the station over 
 near the Boston & Albany tracks will also be 
 worth visiting. 
 
 Being near to the Reservoir station on tho 
 Albany road, the traveller can secure a time- 
 table which will show the schedule of 
 trains to Newton Upper Falls. On week days 
 these trains reach Reservoir at 8.20, 10.36 and 
 12.36, and on Sundays at 10.31 and 1 o'clock. 
 A choice of two routes from this point 
 into Newton is at the disposition of the trav- 
 eller. One by steam train to the Upper 
 Falls, if one wishes to visit the noted Echo 
 Bridge, which brings the Sudbury River aque- 
 duct over the Charles River; the other by 
 barge to Newton Centre if one wishes to cut 
 the Upper Falls and Newton Highlands. Of 
 tho two routes the former is the one recom- 
 mended to strangers in the city, while the lat- 
 ter will cut the trip short a lew miles. Some- 
 thing of Newton Centre can be seen from tho 
 steam train en route to the Upper Falls, but 
 this latter point and the Highlands cannot be 
 reached by the barge route without necessitat- 
 ing a doubling on one's tracks for several 
 miles. The fare by barge is ten cents to New- 
 ton Centre, a distance of about two and one- 
 half miles, and five cents from there by electric 
 to connect with the Newtonville line, about 
 one mile. The distance from Reservoir to the 
 Upper Falls by rail is about five miles and the 
 fare is fourteen cents. In the long run 
 there is almost nothing saved by tak- 
 ing the shorter route, while Echo Bridge 
 is lost. In this article the longer route will be 
 followed, as it is believed that strangers will 
 
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 enjoy it better. The barges, it may be said in 
 passing, run on a somewhat erratic schedule, 
 averaging about one every forty minutes. This 
 is only a temporary line, to be succeeded by an 
 electric road, which is now building. 
 
 By train from Reservoir the traveller passes 
 through a lovely country of hill and dale, 
 woods and pastures, with glimpses of fine resi- 
 dences here and there, and Chestnut Hill sta- 
 tion is passed, just in the edge of Newton. The 
 next stop is Newton Centre; then on past the 
 shore of Crystal Lake, a charming little sheet 
 of water, with residences along the opposite 
 bank. JS'ext comes Newton Highlands, more 
 open fields, and Upper Falls is reached, and 
 the traveller alights. Taking the street 
 which comes across the tracks, one walks 
 up the hill to the electric - car line, then 
 turns to the left, following the track along 
 the ridge to Winter street. Proceeding down 
 this short street into a little countrified square 
 with a drinking fountain, a store and a church, 
 a turn to the right is made around the store, 
 and the granite arches of Echo bridge rise be- 
 fore one. Let the traveller go down by the 
 river's edge to the little gallery under the 
 broad span and try the echo, and muse a bit 
 upon the grand picturesqueness of the spot, 
 listen to the rush of the water through the 
 sluice of the mill just above, and watch the 
 black stream flowing down between the high 
 and wooded banks to turn other wheels before 
 resting from its labors in the sea. Retracing 
 one's steps to the car tracks at the head of 
 Winter street, the waiting-room is found just 
 around the corner to the left, but as these cars 
 run every twenty minutes, beginning on the 
 hour, there need be but little time wasted here. 
 The walk from the steam road to Echo bridge 
 may seem long as here described, but in reality 
 it requires only ten minutes to cover at one's 
 leisure. Moreover, at noon one can get in a 
 restaurant near by, for so modest a price as to 
 surprise the visitor, a wholesome and satisfac- 
 tory luncheon, the fare being varied, the 
 dishes well cooked and the appointments neat. 
 
 The route from this point to Newtonville is 
 by way of Newton Highlands, a distance of 3V2 
 miles, and if it is desired to cut the trip to 
 Waltham a check can be had to Watertown 
 centre for seven cents. Otherwise ihe fare is 
 five cents to Newtonville. It is a pleasant ride 
 all the way through tree-shaded streets, and 
 before one is out of the limits of this pretty 
 city it becomes apparent that its title of the 
 "Garden City," is well deserved. At a point 
 just out of Newton Highlands where the car 
 track crosses Homer street, the cars from New- 
 
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 ton Centre before referred to make connection. 
 Arrived at the Boston & Albany tracks in New- 
 tonville, a change must be made to the Wal- 
 tham or Watertown cars, which are found just 
 across the railroad. To Watertown it is about 
 a mile and three-quarters, where connection is 
 made with the West End company's cars for 
 Mt. Auburn, Harvard Square and Boston. 
 Through West Newton to Waltham is a 
 trip of about 4V2 miles for a five - cent 
 fare. One would naturally suppose that 
 Newton Centre would be the place where 
 the city fathers would hold forth, but such is 
 not the case, and the traveller on this trip will 
 pass the city hall in West Newton, an unpre- 
 tentious wooden building on the right, and ap- 
 parently not half big enough for the transac- 
 tion of such a municipality's affairs. More 
 open country is reached just outside of this vil- 
 lage, and the car passes through the outskirts 
 of Auburndale, which is also a part of Newton, 
 wherein is located Lasell Seminary. As the 
 Waltham line is neared, the Charles River 
 comes into view on the left, and across the val- 
 ley the hills in Wellesley rise. Waltham 
 watches being of world-wide fame, it will be 
 interesting to see the factory where they are 
 made. The car passes its doors. Crossing the 
 river just beyond, the cotton mills of the Bos- 
 ton Manufacturing Company are passed on 
 the right, and just over the Fitchburg 
 railroad tracks one comes to Waltham Com- 
 mon. Here a change may be made for Water- 
 town Centre, or, continuing on board the car, 
 one is taken up Main street to the outer edge 
 of the city, passing on the way the home of the 
 late General Banks. The car stops at the foot 
 of Prospect Hill, where the western terminus 
 of this trio is reached. Nineteen miles have 
 thus been covered by steam and electric road 
 in about three hours, including two stops of 
 fifteen or twenty minutes each. 
 
 It would now, in the natural order of things, 
 be about luncheon time, and if the suggestion 
 made in the former article to carry a sandwich 
 or two along has been followed, some attrac- 
 tive places can now be pointed out for enjoying 
 the noonday repast. It may be that some will 
 be drawn to the river for their nooning, and for 
 such there will be found good boats and canoes 
 in abundance at a moderate rental at 
 the bridge near the cotton mill passed 
 a little way back. The car should be left at 
 the bridge by those who prefer to paddle up 
 this most delightful stretch of river, which 
 may be followed without a portage for several 
 miles, up past Auburndale to Newton Lower 
 Falls. Such an extended trip, however, would 
 
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 not be possible if one intended to complete the 
 car trip the same day. For those who prefer to 
 take to the woods, and can do a mild amount 
 of hill-climbing by good roads and paths, Pros- 
 pect Hill Park will prove alluring. Here is the 
 whole upper part of this superb hill, 420 feet 
 above the sea, set apart by the city of Waltham 
 as a wild park for public enjoyment. A leisure- 
 ly tramp of twenty minutes will take one from 
 the car terminus to a delightful spot for lunch- 
 ing. Take the little country road that leads off 
 from Main street on the rierht, and follow its 
 windings up the hill until a big white sign 
 board, bearing the rules and regulations of the 
 Park Department, is met on the right. Now 
 look sharp on this same side for a well-beaten 
 trail that leads away into the woods and along 
 the hillsides. No guideboard marks it, but 
 many feet have trod it, and it should be fol- 
 lowed, as it saves steps. Here the traveller 
 breathes in the odor of the pines and cedars in 
 passing, and listens to the breeze whispering in 
 the oak tops just beyond, and straightway 
 opens his eyes to their widest to take in the 
 majestic panorama spread before him. There, 
 on a bald ledge jutting out from a shoulder of 
 the hill, is an ideal luncheon table, and, while 
 eatiner, one may take a bird's-eye view of the 
 country so recently travelled over, and that 
 soon to be covered, and many square 
 miles besides. Almost due east is the 
 State House dome, a spot of burn- 
 ing gold, the city and its smoky pall 
 at its base; north and in the middle distance 
 are the hills of Arlington and Belmont, the 
 new buildings of the McLean Asylum being 
 seen on the southerly shoulder. South of Bos- 
 ton are the Brookline Hills, the Blue Hills 
 range in Milton, a dim line of hills far south, 
 and nearer and to the westward the Wellesley 
 hills. In the valley lies Waltham and New- 
 ton, with glimpses of the river through the 
 trees. 
 
 Thoroughly rested in mind and body, and 
 refreshed with the bite of lunch, one is pre- 
 pared to follow the path up from the ledge to 
 the summit of the hill, an easy climb of an- 
 other one hundred feet. It is worth almost 
 any exertion, for from the benches on the top- 
 most rock a wide range is had in every direc- 
 tion. The sea to the east; Beacon Pole Hill 
 and Woonsocket Hill in Rhode Island to the 
 south; Mt. Wachusett to the west, and a little 
 farther north Grand Monadnock, 3170 feet 
 above the sea, and Pack Monadnock, 22G0 feet, 
 just over the New Hampshire line ; Sunapee 
 mountain, Joe English hill in New Boston, 
 N. H., Kearsarge mountain, the Unconnunuck 
 mountains, and due north the city of Lowell is 
 
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 betrayed by the smoke cloud from its mills. 
 It wi'.'l be difficult to tear one's self away from 
 the charm of this wonderful view, but there 
 still remain other sights along the route. 
 
 A little change will be experienced by follow- 
 ing the carriage drive down the hill to the 
 cars. The cars leave the hill every fifteen 
 minutes, beginning on the hour, and to con- 
 tinue on to VVatertown centre a transfer should 
 be secured from the conductor for the five cent 
 fare. At Waltham Common the change is 
 made to the Watertown car, which leaves 
 every twenty minutes, beginning at ten 
 minutes past the hour. This is a ride 
 of four miles, the first part being through 
 the business section of Waltham, thence 
 into the best residence part, over a fine, wide, 
 tree-shaded street, with handsomely kept 
 places on each side. Grove Hill Cemetery is 
 passed on the right, and then the farming sec- 
 tion is entered, which extends to the very edge 
 of Watertown village. Another change is 
 made here, which may be the final one, if the 
 traveller desires to go into Boston over the 
 West Boston Bridge to Bowdoin square. The 
 faro will then be ten cents; but if it is preferred 
 to go into the city by the Harvard Bridge, a 
 five-cent fare may be paid, and another change 
 at Harvard square to a Tremont House car will 
 take one back to the starting point in the 
 morning. A close connection is usually made 
 at Watertown, but as the cars run every ten 
 minutes, the wait will be short at the most. 
 It is a pleasant ride down through Water- 
 town, though nothing of great interest is 
 passed until Mt. Auburn is reached, just 
 before entering Cambridge. The car fol- 
 lows along beside the cemetery for some 
 distance, so that a good idea of this famous 
 resting place of the dead may be had without 
 making a special pilgrimage within its portals. 
 After passing the cemetery Cambridge is 
 entered, and on the left at the first corner a 
 glimpse may be had through the trees of James 
 Russell Lowell's old home, Elmwood. The car 
 follows the river bank into Harvard square, and 
 on the right is the Cambridge city hospital, and 
 a little farther on Longfellow Park is passed 
 on the left, leaving an open vista through from 
 the poet's statelv colonial house on Brattle 
 street to the river and the marshes. Then 
 comes Harvard square, with the college yard 
 and buildings on the left, and thetraveller.may 
 here be allowed to select for himself one of 
 three ways to return to the city: by the car on 
 which he has come, in to Bowdoin square over 
 the West Boston Bridge ; by a Tremont House 
 car via Harvard Bridge and the Back Bay ; or 
 
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 by a Broadway car via East Cambridge. The 
 pleasantesc route is bj way of the Harvard 
 Bridge* 
 
 This completes the twenty-nine miles' ride, 
 which- including stops at Reservoir and Echo 
 Bridge of twenty minutes each, and one at 
 Prospect Hill of an hour and thirty minutes, 
 has required six hours, and cost forty - four 
 cents. 
 
 Ecrjo Bri<Ig*, fiewtor). 
 
THIRD TRIP. 
 
 To Nantasket 
 
 Beach Through Quincy 
 
 and Weymouth — An Easy 
 
 Journey by Street Car, Steam Car, 
 
 Afoot and Afloat, Visiting the Coast 
 
 Towns South of Boston — Sixty-one 
 
 Cents for the Rou?id Trip of 
 
 Thirty -five - and- a - 
 
 Half Miles. 
 
 ONE OF THE TRIPS that will prove most 
 delightful for a midsummer day is that to 
 Nantasket Beach. No one would wish to 
 sacrifice the delightful steam across Boston 
 harbor in the course of a visit to this celebrated 
 beach for the sake of an electric car ride, but 
 when both can be combined in a thoroughly en- 
 joyable way the advantages will be readily ap- 
 preciated. To those who know Boston harbor 
 like a book it will furnish a pleasing variety. 
 Old Dorchester, now rejuvenated with a new 
 beauty quite its own, is a part of this city which 
 every stranger should visit.and on the route here 
 laid down it is included in the first stage. Then 
 there is Quincy, the home of the Adamses, and 
 further famed for its extensive quarries of fine 
 granite. Weymouth and Hingham, two of the 
 oldest towns on the South Shore, are also in- 
 cluded, and lastly the open Atlantic. 
 
 As there are certain to be some who, for one 
 cause or another, find any extended walking 
 inconvenient, it has been the aim in these 
 chapters to suggest all-rail substitutes, as far 
 as possible, for any parts of trips which have in- 
 cluded short walks. In an effort to take the 
 
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 traveller over the most interesting section of 
 country, however, it has sometimes been 
 necessary to introduce a little walking, and it 
 should be borne in mind that, as a rule, the 
 substitute routes are not so pleasant as those 
 followed here. At the outset on this 
 occasion, therefore, there will be laid out a 
 way for the non-pedestrian. There is a line of 
 blue cars which starts at the Union Station 
 and runs up Washington street and out to 
 Neponset Bridge, and the Quincy line, via Mt. 
 Pleasant and Fields Corner. This is probably 
 the longest five-cent ride within the city limits. 
 It is not an unpleasant route either, and by 
 taking it the cost of the trip may be reduced 
 five cents, and three-quarters of a mile of 
 walking eliminated. But the route to be fol- 
 lowed here has its beginning at the corner of 
 Washington and Franklin streets on a Meeting 
 House Hill and Upham's Corner car which 
 also is painted blue. In order to go through 
 with comfort and to make good connections 
 with the Old Colony road, which must be 
 taken for a short stage to the beach, it is neces- 
 sary to set out not later than nine o'clock if 
 luncheon is to betaken at Nantasket, or at 
 noon if an evening sail up the harbor is sought. 
 These are the only hours at which one may 
 start and make connections. 
 
 The car winds around a block and comes 
 back onto Washington street by way of Sum- 
 mer street, and the traveller will find on any 
 week day plenty of human interest along the 
 way through the retail dry goods centre and 
 farther on among the smaller stores. When 
 just in the edge of Roxbury, the car swings off 
 through Eustis street past the old burying 
 ground where lies the dust of Governor Dudley 
 of Colonial times and his family, and of Eliot, 
 the apostle to the Indians. It will, therefore, 
 be easy for the stranger to understand 
 the significance of the name of Dud- 
 ley street, into which the car turns directly, 
 Upham's Corner is the next point where 
 the car takes another turn leaving the old 
 Dorchester graveyard on the left. In this 
 ground are many ancient gravestones, indica- 
 ting the enclosure to have been the burial 
 place of the earliest settlers of the town, 
 which datesits history back to 1630. In this old 
 cemetery, among his ancestors, is also buried 
 the famous statesman and orator Edward 
 Everett. By the presence of an occasional small 
 orchard and garden plot one is reminded that 
 the turmoil of the town is being left behind, 
 and as the car climbs Meeting House Hill 
 just beyond, past the fountain and St. Peter's 
 Catholic Church, if the traveller will look 
 back and to the left a little the picturesque 
 
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 belfry and steeple of the historic old First 
 Parish Meeting House with the ancient Lyceum 
 Hall by its side may be seen through the trees. 
 Just beyond St. Peter's, and set well back from 
 the street with a broad field in front, stands 
 one of the old Dorchester mansions, the home 
 of a Standard Oil magnate. Now the car de- 
 scends the hill, and off to the left and ahead 
 the Blue Hills of Milton, always a hazy blue in 
 tone, roll out across the horizon. All this sec- 
 tion once belonged to large estates, but within 
 a few years they haye been cut up with streets, 
 and houses have grown upon their borders 
 with a rapidity which one is accustomed to see 
 generally in Western towns only. Some of the 
 old mansion houses still remain to lend their 
 picturesqueness to what is fast becoming com- 
 monplace. 
 
 As the car swings to the left from Bowdoin 
 street into "old" Washington street the travel- 
 ler should turn his attention to the left-hand 
 side of the road and presently there will open 
 a pretty view looking out across Dorchester and 
 down the length of Dorchester Bay to the har- 
 bor and its islands. The eye next rests on the 
 stately old mansion house formerly owned by 
 Walter Baker of chocolate-making fame, and 
 now occupied as a gold-cure retreat. This is 
 one of the fashionable localities of Dorchester 
 and most of the residences are of comparative- 
 ly recent date. Melville avenue is soon reached, 
 the ride of seven miles from the starting point 
 having occupied forty-five minutes. This is 
 the point where the most extended walk of the 
 trip comes in, but as it is down as pretty a 
 street as can be found, between beautifully 
 tended private grounds and artistic houses 
 for much of the way, there is plenty 
 to interest the wanderer. By an easy 
 walk of ten minutes one crosses the New York, 
 New Haven & Hartford Railroad tracks to Dor- 
 chester avenue. One should not stop here, 
 however, although it is easy to be deceived by 
 the trolley wires and tracks into believing that 
 this is the point sought. Cross the avenue and 
 continue down Parkman street a short dis- 
 tance, not over a five-minute walk, to Neponset 
 avenue, where a car for Neponset bridge should 
 be taken. This is a mile and a quarter or so, 
 and a brisk ride of five minutes down the hill 
 lands one at the waiting-room on the Boston 
 side of the bridge and the starting-point of the 
 Quincy cars. Should a car for Neponset "depot" 
 —as the street car people persist in calling the 
 steam railroad station— chance to come along 
 while one is waiting at the Parkman street 
 corner, it may be taken, if a walk of two 
 minutes is not objectionable. As this car turns 
 oft from Neponset avenue to Walnut street the 
 
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 traveller should alight where it turns and walk 
 out the avenue to the bridge. 
 
 Here the Neponset River forms the dividing 
 line between Quincy and Boston. It is by far 
 the most attractive of the tidal rivers about 
 Boston. The stream is narrower than the 
 lower Mystic and Charles on the north of the 
 city; its receding tides leave no broad mud 
 flats along its borders, no seawalls girt its bank 
 and no grimy railroad bridges with gallows- 
 like draw-frames, and no tenements or facto- 
 ries intercept the view. The Neponset comes 
 winding along through broad downs from Ded- 
 ham, Hyde Park and Milton to feed the sea 
 through the waters of Dorchester Bay. From 
 the bridge, beside which the car station stands, 
 one can enjoy the charming picture looking up 
 stream across the downs, with bits of wood- 
 land in the middle distance, to the ever- 
 present Milton Hills. Every half-hour the cars 
 of the Quincy & Boston road leave Neponset 
 Bridge for Quincy Centre; and on paying the 
 conductor, an eight-cent check to North Wey- 
 mouth should be asked for. On this ride of 
 about twenty minutes the traveller crosses the 
 picturesque Norfolk Downs, passes through the 
 cooling shade of Wollaston's elm-lined streets, 
 under the shadow of Wollaston Heights, which 
 rise to the left, and into the middle of the 
 city of Quincy. This is the old home of the 
 Adams family, and the old homestead of 
 Charles Francis Adams is passed on the right 
 just before entering the square. A change is 
 made at this point for an East Weymouth car. 
 To cover this stage of the journey, six miles in 
 all, the check secured on the car just left be- 
 hind, together with another nickel, must be 
 paid. A pleasant ride of twenty minutes takes 
 one to Quincy Point, where a steamer may be 
 taken once an hour across Hingham Bay to 
 Sagamore Hill, near Nantasket. Practically 
 neither time nor money is saved by this de- 
 viation, and much is lost, for the Weymouth 
 and Hingham country is full of beauty. 
 
 From Quincy Point the car crosses Wey- 
 mouth Fore River, so-called to distinguish it 
 from Weymouth Back River, which will be 
 met farther on at East Weymouth Station. 
 Quincy has now been crossed and Brain tree 
 left up stream to the right, and now Wey- 
 mouth is before the traveller. A five-minute 
 run brings one to Thomas's Corner in North 
 Weymouth, where the level country is left 
 behind and the car goes plunginar along at 
 high speed up hill and down dale, around 
 curves, past farms and their snug little cot. 
 tages, through woods to the steam rail- 
 road station at North Weymouth. As the 
 car climbs the hill from the station 
 
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 one looks back through the elm branches to 
 Boston and off to the right to the Blue Hills 
 once more. This eminence up which the car 
 toils is King Oak Hill, so-called from the giant 
 oak that until recent years crowned its height. 
 Under this oak, so it is said, the first settlers 
 in Weymouth camped and gave the hill and 
 the tree its name. Weymouth Centre is en- 
 tered just beyond, from which point a car can 
 be taken for Braintree, should one care to visit 
 that town. It is but a short distance from the 
 Centre to East Weymouth where the electric 
 line comes to an abrupt ending and the steam 
 train must be sought. The car is due at East 
 Weymouth at 11.35, and as the train does not 
 leave for Nantasket until 12.03, more than 
 ample time is afforded for the short but pretty 
 walk over to the Old Colony station. Alighting 
 from the electric on the left one should continue 
 to bear by the same hand and take the street 
 leading out of the square around the corner of 
 the waiting-room. Keep on past a little pond 
 and at its farther end a path will be discovered 
 turning in to the left from the street. Let the 
 traveller follow its windings out upon the bank 
 of a little creek, which is the Weymouth Back 
 River previously spoken of. The path contin- 
 ues to the railroad embankment and the station. 
 Now is the time for one to discuss how the 
 remainder of the day shall be spent. The cars 
 can be taken to Nantasket station, where the 
 beach can be visited, or a close connection 
 made with the boat for Boston. To Nantasket 
 the fare is thirteen cents, and for ten cents ad- 
 ditional one can continue up the beach on 
 the cars to Pemberton at the extreme 
 end of Hull and connect with the boat 
 from Nantasket for Boston. Most people 
 it is believed will prefer to stop at the beach 
 for luncheon, so that route will be here de- 
 tailed. It is only three miles from East Wey- 
 mouth to Old Colony House station in Hing- 
 hani, where a change is made to the beach 
 branch ; but it is an interesting trip even on a 
 stuffy steam train. It is a succession of fields 
 and orchards into Hingham Centre, where a 
 glimpse is had of some of the old colonial-built 
 houses with weather-beaten shingles and pale- 
 green doors ornamented with heavy brasses. 
 After the first of July the beach road is to be 
 operated by electricity, so that the only break 
 in the chain from Boston to the beach will be 
 on the three miles just travelled from East 
 Weymouth. It is proposed to operate seventy- 
 five trains a day each way between Old Colony 
 House and Pemberton. This road runs along 
 the Weir (pronounced Ware) River down to 
 Nantasket Beach. 
 Here is the chance for young and old, rich 
 
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 and poor, to enjoy an outing by the seaside. 
 The basket luncheon parties can find plenty 
 of places for enjoying their refreshments and 
 the innumerable restaurants and hotels set 
 forth every known form of sea fish for their 
 guests. There is no end of opportunities for 
 the entertainment of one's self. There is the 
 long, hard beach with the surf breaking in 
 from the open Atlantic, where one may 
 wander in search of smooth sea-washed stones 
 and shells; the rocks at the southern end of 
 the sand, where sea urchins, star fish and 
 crabs abound; here also, one can indulge in 
 all the follies of a popular beach resort and 
 patronize no end of shows, merry-go-rounds, 
 and nickel-in-the-slot machines; or, if tired of 
 these attractions, he finds the broad verandas 
 and shelters where one may sit and 
 watch the tide of humanity flowing as 
 ceaselessly as the sea out yonder, or study 
 the moods of the ocean stretching away from 
 Minors Ledge Light on the south to Strawberry 
 Hill and the North Shore. There are also the 
 barges and carriages which one may patronize 
 for a drive over the famous Jerusalem road 
 down the Cohasset shore. It is at least a good 
 place to pass an hour and a half for luncheon, 
 and if one does not care to tarry longer the two 
 o'clock boat may be taken for the city. This 
 steam of twelve miles up Boston's harbor will 
 be one of the pleasantest features of the jour- 
 ney for strangers and is to be had for the price 
 of twenty-five cents. Presumably one not 
 familiar with the harbor will provide 
 himself with a cheap map of the bay 
 from which to pick out the points of 
 interest along the way so that only 
 the chief landmarks will be denoted here. 
 After passing out of Hingham Bay past Pem- 
 berton, Fort Warren is seen on the right; 
 farther up the harbor on the left Long Island 
 head and light and the pauper institutions and 
 hospitals of the city of Boston, and across the 
 channel to the right of tbe steamer's course 
 the House of Industry at Deer Island. Here 
 President Roads is entered, and just above, off 
 the mouth of Dorchester Bay, Castle Island, 
 once Fort Independence, and now connected 
 with Boston's park system, is seen, and across 
 the channel once more the grassy parapets of 
 the Fort Winthrop battery rise on Governor's 
 Island. The city is reached in an hour and ten 
 minutes from the beach, and the day's journey 
 of thirty-five and one-half miles has been cov- 
 ered, with a stop of an hour and a half for 
 luncheon at Nantasket, in a little more than 
 six hours, and at the cost of sixty-one cents. 
 
FOURTH TRIP. 
 
 A Jaunt for a 
 Half -Holiday — Twenty- 
 Seven Miles by Electrics, Steam 
 and Afoot, Through Roxbury, Hyde 
 Park, Dedham, West Roxbury and the 
 Parkway — Four Hours of Travel 
 and Sight-Seeing at a Cost 
 of Twenty - two 
 Cents. 
 
 rTjFTER JOURNEYING north, west and 
 r\ south of Boston by electric car, and being 
 / ■* unable to complete the round of the 
 compass owing to the physical nature of 
 the city's eastern boundary, the succeed- 
 ing trips will be run in between the first 
 three to show how thoroughly the surround- 
 ing districts can be covered with interest. 
 The present route is out to the county seat of 
 Norfolk County, at Dedham, by way of Hyde 
 Park, returning through West Roxbury and 
 the Parkway to the city; in all, fifteen miles 
 by electric car, five by steam train and a walk 
 of from one to two miles. The previous trips 
 have been designed for all-day jaunts, and 
 while it is possible to extend the present one 
 in several ways so as to make an easy day of 
 it, the object is to suggest a comfortable route 
 for a half-holiday outing. As laid out here, 
 the entire trip can be completed in four hours 
 or a little more, and it is possible to cover the 
 major part of the round in even less time. For 
 comfort and thoroughness, however, not less 
 than four hours should be allowed. 
 
 A car for Forest Hills, which begins its out- 
 ward run at the Union Station, is the first con- 
 veyance on this route. Cars also pass the Tre- 
 mout House stand, and may be taken there; 
 
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 but care should be used to scrutinize closely 
 the signs, as two lines of Egleston Square 
 cars run outward from this point. Both lines 
 are of dark green cars, and both have "Egles- 
 ton Square" painted on the dash-boards, but 
 the signs over the platforms are the distin- 
 guishing marks. Those of the Union Station 
 line read "Forest Hills," while those of the 
 Tremont House line read "Green Street." The 
 traveller hhould take the Forest Hills line and 
 avoid a walk of half a mile, or perhaps more. 
 As is mentioned above, both lines may be 
 taken at the Tremont House stand. These 
 cars run every ten minutes on week days 
 and every five minutes on Sundays. This 
 is not what one would call an ideally pictur- 
 esque route for the first two or three miles, but 
 it has the redeeming virtue of taking a 
 stranger through an entirely different section 
 of the city from any traversed in the foregoing 
 trips. From Tremont street the car runs into 
 Shawmut avenue, and follows it from its be- 
 ginning to its end under the trees of Guild 
 Row in Roxbury. At this point the car turns 
 to the left past the site of the First Universal- 
 ist Church, in Roxbury, which building, until 
 its destruction by fire, a couple of years ago, 
 was one of the striking features of the section. 
 Just back of this site on the hill, but not visible 
 from the car, stands the old church of the First 
 Religious Society in Roxbury (Unitarian), 
 where Dr. Putnam preached during his life- 
 time. Just out of Guild Row the car crosses to 
 "Washington street, passes the precipitous Tom- 
 my's Rocks on the left, and gives one a pleasant 
 ride out to the Forest Hills station of the N. Y., 
 N. II. & H. R. R. At Dale street one gets on 
 the left a glimpse of Washington Park, and a 
 little farther on there are seen on the right the 
 Notre Dame Academy, and near by the New 
 England Hospital for Women and Children. 
 This run of six miles requires about forty min- 
 utes, and the fare is only five cents. 
 
 The West End Street Railway Company is 
 deserted at Forest Hills for the new Norfolk 
 Suburban Street Railway Company, whose 
 cars leave the station every half-hour on week 
 days, and every fifteen minutes on Sundays. 
 By figuring a little beforehand and allowing a 
 few minutes' leeway for ordinary delays, a 
 good connection can be made on this change 
 and a long wait avoided. Before getting under 
 way for Norfolk County, however, it should be 
 mentioned that over to the left, about five 
 minutes' walk, are the entrances to Franklin 
 Park and to Forest Hills cemetery, while to the 
 right, and almost within sight, is the Arnold 
 Arboretum, which is to be visited on the home- 
 ward route. 
 
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 The car here runs off at an acute angle from 
 Washington street, leaving that interminable 
 thoroughfare to continue its straight course 
 over the hills into Dedham, while the electric 
 road follows the valley around through Hyde 
 Park. Mt. Hope cemetery is left off on the hill- 
 side to the left, and the township of Hyde 
 Park is entered at Clarendon Hills. All the 
 way to Hyde Park Centre the wooded ridge of 
 hills is kept in sight on the right, the houses 
 become more scattered and the country greener 
 and more charming. 
 
 From Hyde Park square a branch may be 
 taken off to the northeast, about two miles to 
 Mattapan, on the edge of Boston. An eight- 
 cent check transfers one to this line. From 
 Mattapan a walk of a mile or a trifle more will 
 bring one to Dorchester Lower Mills, at the choc- 
 olate factories on the Neponset River, whence 
 a line of electrics runs back to the city through 
 Ashmont. Still another branch from Hyde 
 Park runs due eoith about a mile to Readville, 
 a village in Hydo Park best known now for its 
 trotting track, but well remembered by thous- 
 ands of veterans as the situation of a famous 
 rendezvous camp for Massachusetts soldiers in 
 the war of the Rebellion. The old camp ground 
 is about half a mile distant from the electric 
 track, and not in sight. Many pretty cottages 
 have been built on the camping field, but; 
 remains of the old barracks can yet be 
 found. Continuing on board the car to 
 Dedham Centre, however, will be found a most 
 enjoyable ride, without any additional fare. A 
 pretty residence street is followed out of the 
 Centre past the end of the Stony Brook Reser- 
 vation, a part of the Metropolitan Park sys- 
 tem, to Cotton Mill Pond, which is nothing 
 more nor less than a widening in the pretty 
 little Mother Brook— the connecting link be- 
 tween the Neponset and the Charles rivers. 
 Just beyond a view is obtained to the left of 
 the Milton Hills, at close range, but still true 
 to their name, and holding fast to their dis- 
 tinctive blue tone. On the summit of the 
 highest hill the weather observatory is plainly 
 in sight. 
 
 , Now thick woods wall the road on the left, 
 and opposite, the bright green meadows along 
 the stream undulate like a sea in the summer 
 breeze. On the farther bank, on the rising 
 ground, a passing glimpse is had of Fairview 
 cemetery. As the car mounts the hill a back- 
 ward glance takes in Hyde Park and the Blue 
 Hills once more, and the line is crossed into 
 East Dedham. The car swings to the left 
 through the little square of the village, and, 
 still following the brook in its windings, runs 
 on past picturesque old-fashioned residences 
 
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 down the hill into the centre of the town onto 
 Washington street once again. Here the elec- 
 tric line ends, and, if the traveller has started 
 in the forenoon, the hotels and restaurants 
 near at hand afford any form of refreshment, 
 from a sandwich to a full-course dinner. 
 
 From Dodham the route runs back to Forest 
 Hills on the steam road via West Roxhury, and 
 in looking up the trains care should be taken 
 not to return on the other side of the loop, 
 which almost parallels the electric line just 
 covered through Hyde Park. Any time that 
 remains before the train departs may be pleas- 
 antly passed in a short ramble through the 
 streets of the town, visiting the handsome new 
 court house and the pretty little library build- 
 ing. The town is full of picturesque old houses 
 in any direction that one may turn, and no 
 wait for train connection can be long enough 
 to become tedious. To see the ancient Fair- 
 banks house is worth a trip to Dedham. 
 
 It is a pity that no electric line connects 
 Dedham more directly with West Roxbury 
 and Forest Hills, as it is by all odds 
 the most attractive country on this circuit. 
 At present, however, the sparseness of the 
 population along the way, the very feature 
 which conduces to the attractiveness of 
 the district from a tourist's point of view, 
 appears to preclude the establishment of such 
 a line. No doubt in time a road will be put 
 through, with a view to opening the country, 
 and thus induce an increase of inhabitants 
 along the way, thus creating a paying busi- 
 ness. Today this lovely country, in which lie 
 many traditions of Colonial and later days, 
 must be passed quickly over on the steam 
 train. The best part of the scenery and points 
 of interest lie on the left-hand side in going 
 toward Boston, and a seat on that side of the 
 car will be found most advantageous. The 
 first picture spread out by nature on leaving 
 Dedham is the bit of meadow and woods reach- 
 ing out along the Charles toward Needham 
 and Newton. It was not far from here on a 
 continuation of this same meadow and down 
 by the Charles River, just in the edge of West 
 Roxbury, that the celebrated Brook Farm col- 
 ony struggled so hard for its existence and a 
 better civilization. It was not so many years 
 ago, indeed, that this whole section was a farm- 
 ing country. Spring Street and West Roxbury 
 stations are passed, with all their beautiful sur- 
 roundings, and as Central station is neared, a 
 white church can be descried among the 
 trees. In this unpretentious temple Theodore 
 Parker once preached to a congregation which, 
 though necessarily small, he considered "good 
 church-going people and good listeners." Ros- 
 
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 lindale station is next reached and passed, and 
 just beyond, the grounds of the Arnold Abore- 
 tum begin. Going over this part of the route 
 one crosses the substantial bridge erected after 
 the frightful railroad accident some years aco. 
 From Forest Hills a walk is planned over the 
 Parkway as far as the traveller feels able to 
 continue, even into the city if desired— a dis- 
 tance of five or six miles. A walk of from one 
 to two miles is here laid down, but it may be 
 omitted and the train continued with into 
 Park Square. It is but a minute's walk up 
 from the track on the left-hand side to the 
 Arborway, which runs down the valley along- 
 side the Arboretum and over to Jamaica Plain. 
 Here the Arborway merges into Jamaicaway, 
 leading along the southeastern shore line of 
 Jamaica Pond to Pond street. This is about a 
 mile from Forest Hills, and, if it is desired, a 
 little walk down Pond street to the right will 
 bring one to the Soldiers' Monument on Centre 
 street and to the electric line for town. On the 
 other hand, if endurance is still good, and the 
 traveller is thirsting for more of the Parkway 
 and its constantly changing panorama, let him 
 mount the hill and wind along the boulevard 
 down into the valley to Leverett Pond, cross 
 the stream opposite the hospital to the Brook- 
 line side, and so on to Huntington avenue, 
 where it intersects the Parkway. Another 
 mile has thus been covered, and another ave- 
 nue of choice between walking and riding is 
 opened by the Huntington avenue cars to town. 
 It is still possible to continue over the parks 
 through the Riverway along the bank of 
 Muddy River to Longwood avenue, and 
 another car line; or, farther still, over the Fen- 
 way through the Back Bay Fens to Massachu- 
 setts avenue, and more cars; or, continuing 
 down Commonwealth avenue through the 
 Public Garden and the Common, and leaving 
 the parks behind under the shadow of the 
 "Brimstone Corner" spire, at the starting point 
 of the morning. The walk from Forest Hills 
 to Huntington avenue, about two miles, will be 
 enough to satisfy the average holiday maker, 
 it is believed, and, by taking a blue car here 
 for the Tremont House, a trip of three miles 
 for a five-cent fare, the round can be com- 
 pleted without undue fatigue, and within the 
 allotted four hours. On the way into the city 
 the House of the Good Shepherd is passed on 
 the left, the outer edge of the Fenway Park 
 farther on, the Circus Ground, the Children's 
 Hospital, the Massachusetts Charitable Me- 
 chanic Association building, and so across Cop- 
 ley Square and directly down town. This 
 completes about as comfortable a half-day trip 
 as is to bi had in this vicinity. 
 
FIFTH TRIP. 
 
 A Half-Holiday 
 Trip to Revere Beach 
 — Route of Paul Revere 's His- 
 toric Ride Followed to Medford- — 
 Maiden and Its Suburbs, Picturesque 
 Revere, the Beach, Chelsea, the 
 Upper Harbo? and Navy Yard 
 Included on this Ride of 
 Seventeen Miles. 
 
 ON THE FIRST TRIP of this series the im- 
 mediate suburbs north of Boston were 
 somewhat slightingly passed over on 
 the steam train to Maiden, in an effort to 
 plunge at once into the more rural sections 
 of the country. In this chapter an effort 
 will be made to make amends for that 
 hasty departure, and the intermediate towns 
 more closely associated with the Hub, geo- 
 graphically and politically, will be visited. It 
 is one of the shorter car trips, being well adapt- 
 ed to a half-holiday outing, but the puhlic 
 should be warned against undertaking this, of 
 all rides, on a Sunday or a holiday, if it is 
 deemed desirable to travel in comparative 
 peace and comfort. It includes no steam train 
 stage, and it has for its goal a stretch of sand 
 and sea unsurpassed in its native beauty — 
 Revere Beach. Unhappily, the proximity of 
 this beach to the neighboring cities has brought 
 about a state of affairs there not at ail alluring 
 to the aesthetic eye and mind. Happily, on the 
 other hand, its environs and great natural 
 beauties have been appreciated by those mak- 
 ers of public pleasure grounds of the noblest 
 
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 sort, the Metropolitan Park Commissioners, 
 and by their guiding hands nature is to be led 
 back to this jewel that is to shine for the true 
 benefit of all the people and for all time. 
 Those who prefer to be utterly improvident on 
 such an outing, and who will disregard all 
 time schedules as made by the railway corpor- 
 ations, trusting to luck to make up any loss on 
 their own schedules in the chance enjoyments 
 of the way, will find four hours ample time in 
 which to make the round. For those who 
 enjoy trying to make close connections along 
 the way, three hours will be sufficient, and 
 close figurers may even shade that a quarter of 
 an hour. Five distinct lines of cars have to be 
 taken on this round, with a walk of something 
 less than a mile and a ferry trip of a mile 
 added. The round trip fare is twenty-eight 
 cents and the total distance seventeen miles. 
 
 For one who travels watch in hand and with 
 an eye for making close connections, it may be 
 suggested that, although the cars over the first 
 six miles of the route run every ten minutes, 
 those leaving Scollay square at twenty minutes 
 past the hour take one through with a mini- 
 mum of delay. Should any hitch occur, how- 
 ever, to interfere with the running time, it 
 will be cheering to know that, if one is thus 
 cast in with the improvident travellers, the 
 waiting points are not totally devoid of interest 
 and that in some instances they are sufficiently 
 enchanting to entice one to tarry longer. To 
 begin the journey, then, one should take a 
 mustard-colored car at Scollay square marked 
 Charlestown on the dashboards and Winter Hill 
 and Medford overhead. For a five cent fare this 
 car takes one to Medford square, a distance of 
 six miles, most of the way over historic ground. 
 The way leads down Cornhill, through Adams 
 square, past the statue of Samuel Adams, and, 
 as the car turns left into Washington street, a 
 glimpse of the western end of Faneuil Hall is 
 had to the right at the foot of Dock square. 
 To the stranger, these are especially interest- 
 ing points to note, as all were so intimately 
 connected with the Revolutionary war, the 
 approach of which Paul Revere gave warning 
 of, riding over a part of the route which today 
 is traversed by the "broomstick train." Through 
 Haymarket square, where the northern termi- 
 nus of the Subway is to rise, the car moves on 
 past the old Boston & Maine railroad station 
 and the fortress-like station of the Fitchburg 
 road guarding the entrance to the Charles 
 River, and over Warren bridge into City square, 
 Charlestown. Here on the left is the building 
 which was once the administrative headquar- 
 ters of the city of Charlestown before it became 
 a part of the greater Boston. It was near this 
 
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 point also that Paul Revere stood on that 
 April morning watching for the signal lights 
 in the North Church tower, 
 
 "Ready to ride and spread the alarm 
 Through every Middlesex village and farm." 
 
 Crossing the square, the car runs toward the 
 hill whereon the battle of June 17 was fought 
 which in reality was Breed's Hill, but fate 
 decreed that it sbould be known in history as 
 Bunker Hill. Just after passing the Catholic 
 church on the right, if the traveller will look 
 up the hill through one of the side streets, the 
 tall granite shaft of the monument on the 
 battle ground will be seen towering above the 
 city. The car emerges presently upon Main 
 street, over which Revere rode, and just before 
 reaching Sullivan square, a point known in 
 Revolutionary days as Charlestown Neck, the 
 true Bunker Hill will be seen rising on the 
 right. It is now crowned by a pretty park, 
 which unfortunately is not visible from the 
 car. It was here near the Neck that Revere 
 was headed off by two British officers, and from 
 whom he escaped by making a slight detour 
 from his path, regaining the Medford read just 
 beyond in what is now the prettiest part of the 
 City of Somerville. the Winter Hill district. 
 The car passes Broadway Park on the right 
 and mounts Winter Hill, where are found the 
 finest residences in that city. On gaining the 
 top of the hill, the car bears away to the right f 
 and leaving Somerville, plunges downward to 
 the Mystic River, which winds its way through 
 broad marshes. It is a level road on into Med- 
 ford. The old Mystic race track and its pic- 
 turesque road house lie to the right, and to the 
 left across the open the buildings of Tufts 
 College crowning the hill stand out against the 
 sky. A little farther on, standing back in the 
 fields on the left, is the Royal mansion of Colo- 
 nial date where Revere must have called on 
 that memorable ride, and a little farther on is 
 the bridge, "spanning the Mystic's tide," over 
 which he rode "into Medford town." It is not 
 the same bridge, to be sure, but the poetry and 
 fervor of the day and deed are preserved in the 
 new and more enduring stone of the modern 
 structure. From here the messenger of liberty 
 struck off to the west toward Arlington and 
 Lexington, and the traveller by electric goes 
 east. 
 
 Medford square lies just across the bridge, 
 and one is fairly within the pale of the land of 
 Medford rum. No suggestion is given by the 
 narrow stream just crossed that this town was 
 once an important ship building centre. It is a 
 fact, nevertheless, that the first ship's keel 
 laid in this part of the Western world was 
 
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 stretched here in 1631 under the direction of 
 Governor Winthrop and she was launched on 
 July 4 of that year, a date that in less than two 
 centuries was to see the launching of this 
 country's independence. Until the time of the 
 civil war, ships continued to he built here. 
 This was also Governor Winthrop's residence, 
 known as Ten Hills. A change of cars is made 
 at the square for the line to Maiden, the cars 
 on which leave on the hour and half hour. 
 The fare is five cents for the pleasant ride of 
 two miles along the southerly edge of the Mid- 
 dlesex Fells region, through a residential street 
 to Maiden station. Another change is then made 
 to the car for Linden, a suburb of Maiden. This 
 line is a half-hourly one, the cars leaving 
 the Boston & Maine crossing at quarter before 
 and quarter past the hour. It is about two miles 
 and a quarter to Linden station on the Saugus 
 branch, a ride of twenty minutes, for which 
 another five cent fare is necessary. The car 
 travels the old Lynn and Salem turnpike built 
 under the shadow of the ledgy hill which rises 
 abruptly on the left— the connecting link be- 
 tween the Fells country and the Saugus hills. 
 One does not continue on this car to the end 
 of its route, and the conductor should be asked 
 to give warning on arriving at Beech street. 
 This is the nearest point to Linden station 
 and a walk of five minutes or less down the 
 street to the right across the Boston & Maine 
 tracks brings one to the very outskirts of Maiden 
 and the township of Revere. 
 
 It is at this point that a long wait may be 
 found compulsory unless, a calculation on con- 
 nections has been made beforehand, for the 
 cars leave the boundary line for the beach 
 fifteen minutes before every hour only. One 
 might travel much farther, however, and fail 
 to find a spot commanding more interesting 
 scenery. The traveller must await the car on 
 the very borders of the great downs which fade 
 away to the left in the Saugus hills and across 
 Pine River into the smoke from the hundreds 
 of factory chimneys of Lynn. It is a vast level 
 sea of green and all the varied colors of the 
 marsh, with occasional islands and promon- 
 tories of oaks making out from the Revere 
 side. To the right of Lynn, the ocean is seen, 
 a burnished mirror, with little Nahant and the 
 Point of Pines in the framing. Over on the 
 other side of the road, the meadows stretch 
 back to a belt of beautiful great trees, f.nd the 
 farms and orchards on the higher land toward 
 Revere Centre. Having boarded the car bound 
 for the shore, it is only a matter of twenty 
 minutes of riding to the end of the line. If the 
 landscape from the roadside by the meadow 
 was beautiful, how much more so is that 
 
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 which unrolls itself in a panorama along the 
 way across Revere. This is a farming section, 
 and market gardens of great richness and pro- 
 ductiveness lie on either hand. The land rises 
 and falls like a rolling prairie, but every square 
 foot is blooming with thrifty vegetation. The 
 combined influences of the summer sun, the 
 sea air and the rich soil give to these fields a 
 brilliancy which is wanting on the inland 
 farms. Cabbages, onions and other truck, 
 when thus flourishing by the acre, lose their 
 utilitarian aspect and lend themselves to the 
 pictorial sense as readily as do the fine old fruit 
 orchards and ancient farm houses. Lost in the 
 enjoyment of these scenes.it seems but the 
 twinkling of an eye before the car stops just 
 above the beach and the traveller is compelled 
 to find his way afoot down the sands, Boston- 
 ward, to Crescent Beach. 
 
 During the season, there is a line of electric 
 cars which travel up and down the length of 
 the beach from Point of Pines on the north to 
 Beachmont on the south, so that one can easily 
 escape walking here for a five cent fare, or for 
 ten cents can make the run out to the Pines 
 and back, seeing all the sights. As was sug- 
 gested at the outset, the sights are many 
 though not edifying, but it is easy for one to 
 see what this beach was twenty years ago, 
 and what it is soon to be again under the State 
 park control. The project is to remove all the 
 unsightly pasteboard structures from the 
 beach, to move the railroads back and to con- 
 struct a boulevard on what is now the roadbed 
 of the narrow gauge line, the reservation to in- 
 clude the entire sweep of the sands from the 
 Pines to Beachmont. Many will hail the com- 
 ing of that happy day with delight. It is dif- 
 ficult to realize today that this was once a 
 favorite shore resort for the best class of peo- 
 ple. The sands alone, purified by the scouring 
 tides, retain the freshness of those old days. 
 
 A walk of twenty minutes along the beach 
 brings one to Crescent Beach station, the start- 
 ing point of the cars for Chelsea, which leave 
 every ten minutes. This route of two miles 
 and a half takes one through Revere Centre 
 and completely across Chelsea to Chelsea 
 square. The latter town has been proverbially 
 dead for many years but, to one coming to it 
 from sleepy Revere, it has every appearance of 
 being much alive. Alighting at the square, 
 the traveller walks down Winnisimmet street 
 on the left, and, paying a toll of three cents, 
 embarks upon the ferry for Boston. It is a 
 mile across the head of the harbor from the 
 mouth of the Mystic River, opening under the 
 drawbridge on the right of the ferry slip, to the 
 mouth of the Charles on the Boston side. Dur- 
 
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 ing the voyage of ten minutes, the ship yards 
 and docks of East Boston are passed on the left, 
 and on the right the grain elevator of the Bos- 
 ton & Maine Railroad, one of the largest in the 
 East, is passed, and then the Charlestown Navy 
 Yard with its old ship houses and ihe battery, 
 and the receiving ship Wabash lying off the 
 dock and fast locked in the mud washed about 
 her by the currents from the rivers. 
 
 The boat lands the traveller at the North 
 End and but a short distance from Christ 
 Church in whose tower the signal lights were 
 hung which warned Revere of the movements 
 of the British troops. Here, too, is Copp's Hill 
 Burying Ground, the resting place of many of 
 Boston's old families. If one does not care to 
 visit these historic points, cars may be taken 
 from the ferry for uptown and for the southern 
 railroads and the Union Station, and the trip 
 brought to a comfortable close. 
 
 Lynn A\«*rsl?e5. 
 
SIXTH TRIP. 
 
 Short Runs 
 to Arlington Heights 
 — Harvard University Ob- 
 servatory and Botanic Gardens 
 Visited en Route — Spy Rond, Arlington 
 Village and a Climb Up the 
 Heights for the View — A 
 Sixteen-Mile Trip for 
 Twenty Cents. 
 
 PROVIDING THAT ONE who has followed 
 these articles has clung religiously to the 
 way laid down, hut a small part of any of 
 the previous routes will be repeated on this jour- 
 ney. In coming home from Waltham on the 
 second trip the traveller was taken from Har- 
 vard square to Boston by way of the Harvard 
 Bridge, but it was suggested that it was also 
 possible to travel over the West Boston Bridge, 
 and so into Bowdoin square. On the present 
 occasion the start is to b 3 made from Bowdoin 
 square on a Concord avenue and Huron avenue 
 car. This takes one through tbe edge of 
 the old West End to the Charles river, 
 where, leaving the attractive Charlesbank 
 park, with its open air gymnasiums, on 
 the right the car goes over the West Bos- 
 ton bridge, one of the oldest in the city, 
 to Cambridge. Across the broad basin to 
 the left lies the Back Bay district, with its 
 towers, domes and spires cutting into the vault 
 of the sky above the solid squares of handsome 
 residences, and on a calm day the quiet water 
 reflects this panorama charmingly. Beyond the 
 
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 Harvard Bridge, whose graceful arches may be 
 seen spanning the flood, rises Corey Hill in 
 Brookline. To the right of the car the 
 river flows down past East Cambridge, under 
 bridge after Bridge to the harbor. Just across 
 West Boston Bridge the manufacturing section 
 of the city of Cambridge is entered and a little 
 farther on, at the Cambridge end of the Har- 
 vard Bridge, the short section of duplicated 
 road is reached. It is a ride that bears repeti- 
 tion, however, through Central square, past the 
 handsome City Hall and under the long line of 
 elms into Harvard square. Here the car 
 leaves Massachusetts avenue and passes along 
 the western side of Cambridge Com- 
 mon and directly under the overhang- 
 ing branches of the elm beneath which 
 General George Washington assumed com- 
 mand of the colonial army. The old tree, in 
 spite of the tenderest nursing and bandaging, 
 .is fast falling a victim to the decay of its years, 
 and ere long must pass into the traditions and 
 history of the city as something grand that 
 once was. Concord avenue is soon reached, 
 and as the car begins to ascend the gently 
 rising ground, the Harvard Observatory enclos- 
 ure will be seen on the right, closely screened 
 from the outer world by thick trees and shrub- 
 bery. This is the point at which to alight. The 
 first four miles have been covered in half an 
 hour, and for the price of five cents. 
 
 Following along the old wooden fence up the 
 avenue one comes, when having passed about 
 half its length, to an inconspicuous gate which 
 bears the warning, "No crossing." It may be 
 said, however, that the visitor who will give 
 his pledge to comport himself with dignity 
 while within the enclosure may open the gate 
 and walk fearlessly in. Unfortunately one 
 cannot inspect the interiors of the several 
 buildings here to be found, with their wealth 
 of scientific aparatus; for, even during the 
 hours of sunlight, the corps is busy with its 
 minute and elaborate labors, and cannot be 
 disturbed by sight-seers. The grounds are in 
 themselves sufficiently beautiful, nevertheless, 
 to be worthy of a visit, and one's imagination 
 has a chance for play in attempting to guess 
 what all those little dome-topped telescope 
 houses can be for. The path from the gate 
 leads around the main building and down to 
 the broad drive which takes one to the main 
 gate on Garden street opposite the head 
 of Linnaean street. Just across the way 
 is the Botanic Garden connected with the 
 university, and by following the fence 
 along Garden street the entrance gate 
 is found. The sign on this portal is not so for- 
 bidding as that to the observatory grounds, 
 
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 and only small children unattended by adults, 
 and dogs, are reminded that this is no place for 
 them. An indefinite time may be passed here 
 with pleasure and profit in wandering through 
 the conservatories, where there are found the 
 strange growths of tropic lands and a splendid 
 collection of weirdly fascinating orchids, and 
 in studying the varieties of tree, shrub and 
 flower growing in the gardens. 
 
 Exit is to be had only through the gate by 
 which one enters, so that it will be easy to find 
 one's way back to Linnsean street. A walk of 
 ten minutes down this pretty street brings one 
 again to Massachusetts avenue, where a car is 
 to be taken for Arlington Heights. While 
 waiting for a car (they run once every fifteen 
 or twenty minutes) a suggestion may be made 
 for extending the trip a little. If there is no 
 objection to a slight deviation, one may continue 
 with the first car, a short distance farther on, 
 out Concord avenue, past the observatory to the 
 end ot the route at the corner of Huron avenue 
 and Fresh Pond Lane. A short walk along the 
 lane brings one to Kingsley Park, a pine- 
 covered bluff extending out into Fresh Pond. 
 This can easily be included in the trip and the 
 stop made at the observatory on the way back 
 from the pond. Ten cents will thus be added 
 to the cost of the trip, but Fresh Pond is worthy 
 of such a modest outlay. 
 
 From Linnsean street to Arlington Heights is 
 a distance of a little more than four miles, and 
 the fare is five cents. Until a short time ago, 
 however, it cost five cents from any point to 
 the Arlington town boundary, and five cents 
 more to go to points beyond. Today the 
 boundary simply marks the end of the five-cent 
 ride for through passengers for Boston. The 
 old elm by the roadside and Alewife Brook are 
 passed, and the car enters Arlington. A short 
 distance farther on the waters of Spy Pond are 
 discovered shimmering through the trees, and 
 across the water the hills of Bcanont rise. 
 Arlington Centre is reached and the townhouse 
 passed on the right, while across the way the 
 handsome new public library is seen. The 
 land rises quickly from the centre on either 
 hand, the hills over against Winchester on the 
 right and Arlington Heights on the left. Along 
 the way through Arlington one notices the 
 granite monuments by the curbing which tell 
 of the deeds of the men ot Menotomy, as the 
 place was then called, on that stirring 19th of 
 April, 1775. This is on the road to Lexington 
 and Concord, and while the little village of 
 Menotomy did not see much of the fighting of 
 the day, it nevertheless fell a victim to the in- 
 vaders and its men took an active part in the 
 defence of the land. 
 
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 At the Heights a comfortable luncheon may 
 be had in a neat little restaurant near by, and 
 the physical forces prepared for a walk up the 
 long hill. It is a fifteen-minute jog up to the 
 height of land where the huge standpipe 
 crowns the hill, commanding a view for miles 
 in all directions almost equal to that 
 from Prospect Hill in Waltham, which was 
 visited on the second trip. This maybe con- 
 sidered as the western end of the journey, tin- 
 less one is desirous of taking the steam 
 train from the Arlington Heights station, 
 near the electric car terminus, for a run 
 of three miles up to Lexington. This can 
 readily be done if the train schedule is consult- 
 ed in advance and due allowance made for the 
 ride by electric and the calls along the way. 
 In returning homeward from the Heights, also, 
 some may like to vary the trip by taking the 
 steam train. If so, the fare will be sixteen cents 
 •and the run be shortened by half an hour. 
 By electric back to the city, eight miles and a 
 half, the fare is ten cents, and a full hour is re- 
 quired for the run. 
 
 This trip affords a pleasing variety of scenery, 
 with agreeable short walks so interspersed as 
 to break up any monotony of riding. From 
 three to five hours may be consumed on this 
 trip, according to the length of time spent at 
 the points of call, and the cost will be twenty 
 cents if the electrics are adhered to all the way, 
 or twenty six cents if the steam train is 
 taken on the homeward end, and fifty 
 cents if Lexington is included. It is fur- 
 ther suggested that strangers may find 
 it convenient to visit the colleges on the return 
 run of this trip, and further vary the route by 
 taking finally a car for Boston over Broadway 
 and through East Cambridge to the Union Sta- 
 tion and so to Bowdoin square. Such a stop 
 would not increase the cost of the journey, as 
 one fare of five cents would be paid from the 
 Heights to Harvard square, and another of 
 equal amount into Boston, instead of a single 
 ten-cent fare for the unbroken run. 
 
 aBJSfc* ■■ I 
 
SEVENTH TRIP. 
 
 An Even- 
 ing Ride to City 
 Point, Marine Park and Castle 
 Island, With a Call at Dorchester 
 Heights — A Round Trip of 
 Seven Miles for Ten 
 Cents. 
 
 FOR THOSE WHO LOVE the sea, and for 
 those -who visit the city from inland 
 points, a trip to Marine Park and Castle 
 Island cannot fail to be appreciated. It is 
 an easy afternoon or evening trip, allow- 
 ing half an hour each way on the cars, 
 and at least an hour for enjoying the salt 
 sea air at the Point. If one makes this trip by 
 day, provided it is not on a Sunday or holiday, 
 there need be no fear of finding a crowd at this 
 popular pleasure ground. On the other hand, 
 if one wishes to take the ride under the most 
 pleasing conditions, it would be well to wait 
 until the evening has settled down and the 
 dense black shadows beyond the glare of the 
 great arc lights soften or hide the rougher and 
 less pleasinj? spots in the landscape. One then 
 travels across the peninsula under the long 
 colonnade of arching elms along Broadway, 
 with the shops on both sides illuminated as for 
 a carnival, while the less attractive sections 
 are passed unnoticed in the semi-darkness. 
 The Point, on a pleasant summer evening, also 
 is a delight to a poetic mind, and the thousands 
 of promenaders and their merry laughter are 
 among the delightful features of the place. 
 
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 How to reach there is easily told. Watch for 
 a crimson car marked "City Point, South Bos- 
 ton, via Broadway." These are to be found at 
 the Union Station, at Park square, Adams 
 square and Post Office square. It is a matter of 
 about three miles— a half-hour ride— from any 
 one of these points to Marine Park, and the fare 
 is five cents. The terminus of the car line is at 
 the southwestern approach to the park, the 
 point where the Strand way boulevard and 
 promenade are to connect, after following along 
 the shore of Dorchester Bay from Franklin Park. 
 This is a work as yet but barely started, and 
 Marine Park itself is one of the newest works 
 in the park system. On alighting from the car 
 the park is found to lie on the right extending 
 down to the beach, the Marine Pier running out 
 into Dorchester Bay on the south, and on the 
 north the long bridge connecting old Fort Inde- 
 pendence on Castle Island with the park. In 
 the evening, when the grounds are lighted and 
 the shipping in the harbor and the fleet of 
 yachts in Dorchester Bay are showing riding 
 lights, a pretty picture is here spread out. 
 
 The walk across the park, past the bronze 
 statue of that old naval hero, Admiral Far- 
 ragut, and over the bridge to the fort, will re- 
 quire about fifteen minutes, and if one does 
 not care to linger on the benches overlooking 
 the sea, a complete circuit of the island can be 
 made in another quarter of an hour. Most peo- 
 ple, however, will enjoy a rest beneath the fine 
 old trees on the parade, or beside the grassy 
 bombproofs under the shadow of the granite 
 parapets. To the north is the main ship 
 channel of the harbor, through which 
 every class of craft, from a stone sloop 
 to an ocean liner, plies back and forth 
 during the daylight hours, and in the evening 
 the great harbor steamers make music there 
 with their swiftly turning paddle-wheels. On 
 the south is the mouth of Dorchester Bay, with 
 Thompson's Island and its Farm School just 
 across. Eastward are the lower harbor and its 
 islands, while Long Island and its lighthouse 
 are directly ahead. Returning to the main- 
 land one should cross the park along the head 
 of the beach, past tiie boathouse and the new 
 refectory building, to the street which runs 
 westward nearest the Dorchester Bay shore. A 
 short walk of a block up this street past the 
 several yacht club houses brings one to a corner 
 where a car for town, via Bay View, can 
 be taken. This line skirts the Dorchester Bay 
 shore and passes around the base of that emi- 
 nence, known in Colonial times as Dorchester 
 Heights, and now as Telegraph Hill, where 
 Washington planted his guns at the siege of 
 Boston and drove out the British garrison. A 
 
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 little open green, known as Thomas Park, and 
 a high service reservoir of the water depart- 
 ment, now crown the summit, and if one 
 chooses to visit this vantage point a stop should 
 he made at Old Harbor street, at the head of 
 which the park is situated. The Bay View 
 cars continue into town by way of Scollay 
 square, and some, those marked East Cam- 
 bridge, go to the Union Station. In riding up 
 the shore a watch to the left across the bay 
 will show the pumping station of the city sew- 
 erage department. 
 
 Ti)* Fe,rr&gut 5t*tu«. 
 
EIGHTH TRIP. 
 
 How 
 
 to Visit Frankli?i 
 Park for a Short Tramp 
 Or An Inexpensive Carriage Drive- 
 Round Trip of Six Miles 
 by Car for Ten 
 Cents. 
 
 EVERYONE WHO VISITS Boston will wish 
 to make a pilgrimage to Franklin Park in 
 West Roxbnry. For the benefit of visitors 
 to the city a brief paragraph will be devoted 
 to telling something of the history of this 
 country park. It is situated three miles and a 
 half southeasterly of Boston Common, and has 
 an area of 518 acres, exclusive of the surround- 
 ing streets, which, when added, makes a 
 total of 545 acres. Central Park in New York 
 contains 802 acres. The greater portion of tins 
 tract was acquired by the city about twelve 
 years ago and the work of construction was be- 
 gun in 1886. The site comprises several cleared 
 farms and the forest growth formerly known 
 as the Roxbury Woods, a rugged region 
 of hills and dales, ledges, woods* and 
 meadows, commanding fine near, distant 
 and middle views. The naming of the park 
 was in honor of Dr. Benjamin Franklin, a part 
 of his bequest to the city being used in the 
 purchase of the land. In general landscape 
 effect the park is a broad dale winding be- 
 tween low, wooded slopes, giving a wide ex- 
 panse of unbroken turf lost in the distance be- 
 neath scattered trees. 
 
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 The little journey to the park is one of great 
 popularity with Bostonians of every walk 
 in life. It should be made during the hours 
 between sunrise and sunset, as the great 
 country park is supposed to be closed at other 
 times. Even ohe non-pedestrian can take this 
 trip and enjoy a five-mile carriage drive 
 through the park for the additional sum of 
 twenty-five cents. If one is content to walk a 
 mile and a half through the shady woodpaths 
 of the park, the round trip of six miles on 
 the electrics and the little tramp may be 
 done for a single dime. The start should 
 be made on a Grove Hall car, via Warren street, 
 from the Tremont House stand, whence it is a 
 half-hour's run out to the junction of Warren 
 street and Elm Hill avenue, where the pedes- 
 trian tour begins. If one prefers the carriage 
 drive, the car should be held to out past the 
 Grove Hall station and up Blue Hill avenue, if 
 on a through car ; otherwise transfer at Grove 
 Hall for the park entrance, without extra 
 charge; the Blue Hill avenue line will land 
 the passenger at the stand of the park car- 
 riages, near the junction of Blue Hill avenue 
 and Columbia street. For the benefit of those 
 who choose the carriage trip, therefore, a brief 
 outline of the route is given. The carriages 
 pass down Glen lane, through the Valley Gates 
 around the Playstead and the Overlook, 
 then through the beautiful Wilderness, where 
 a fine view of the Blue Hills is obtained, 
 down through Ellicottdale and on to the sum- 
 mit of Scarboro Hill, finally passing around the 
 chain of ponds near Canterbury street and 
 back to the starting point. One may desert the 
 carriage, however, at the point where the 
 circuit drive emerges from Ellicottdale to the 
 Arborway entrance, and a short walk takes one 
 to the Forest Hills Station, and the cars to 
 Boston. 
 
 To resume the walking trip, the way leads 
 up Elm Hill avenue past some of the prettiest 
 residences in the city, a five-minute walk only, 
 to Seaver street, beyond which lies Franklin 
 Park. Nearly opposite Elm Hill avenue an old 
 path leads down into the park and joins one 
 of the main drives. This path is as old as 
 the settlement of Boston, and is a part of the 
 old Indian trail over which the settlers 
 journeyed in visiting between Plymouth and 
 Trimount. Bits of this trail can still be fol- 
 lowed a long distance by the knowing ones. 
 One should take the trail from Seaver street 
 down to the drive and there bearing to the 
 right, cross the grassy playstead to the refec- 
 tory building on the Overlook, which can be 
 seen peeping through the trees. Light re- 
 freshments can be had at the Overlook, and 
 
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 by consulting the map fixed against the wall, 
 the course can be laid out through the Wilder- 
 ness and Ellicottdale to the Forest Hills en- 
 trance. It is a delightful tramp of about a mile 
 through the woods and valley, coming out op- 
 posite the main entrance to Forest Hills Ceme- 
 tery on Morton street. Bearing to the right 
 down Morton street, a five-minute walk brings 
 one to Washington street, where the steam train 
 or electrics can be taken to town. Just across 
 the railroad tracks is the Arnold Arboretum 
 and the chain of parks and parkways extend- 
 ing through Jamaica Plain, Brookline, Long- 
 wood and the Back Bay to the Common. The 
 route back to Boston from Forest Hills is the 
 same as that described on the outward route of 
 the fourth trip. 
 
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Outing Corselet. 
 
 Equipoise Waist. 
 
 Designed and Pat- 
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 Philbrook. 
 
 These are the most Perfect 
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 The Outing Corselet 1 ! 
 
 is designed with special ref- 
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 young ladies. 
 
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 Strangers visiting the city are invited to call, and 
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 175 Tremont Street, 
 
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 OPPOSITE THE COMMON. 
 
ESTABLISHED 1847. 
 
 R. H. STEARNS & CO., 
 
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 WHENEVER you want anything especially nove 
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 50 CEIsTTS. 
 
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 BEN. LEVY & CO., French Perfumers, 
 
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 Established Over Seventy Years. 
 
 THIS ZPO^TTL.A.ie, STOSE. 
 
 The Attention of Tourists and Strangers is called to 
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 BELTS, SHIRT-WAIST SETS, 
 
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 Also a Full Stock of NOVELTIES in 
 
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 A. STOWELL & CO., 
 
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 BRUSH and SOAP. 
 
 Bailey's Complexion Brush gives Perfect Mas- 
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 accumulated during the winter. It opens the pores of the skin, 
 allowing the blood to free itself from impurities, allowing the 
 cuticle to act in Nature's Own Way — unhindered by powder 
 or lotions, unharmed by drugs. 
 
 Bailey's Complexion Soap is the purest thing of the 
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 used in connection with the Complexion Brush, its action is 
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 Found at Dealers or Sent on Receipt of Price. 
 
 Bailey's Rubber Bath and Flesh Brush . 
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 Bailey's Rubber Toilet Brush (large) 
 Bailey's Rubber Toilet Brush (small) 
 Bailey's Rubber Manicure .... 
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 Catalogue Free of Everything: in Rubber Goods. 
 
 $1.50 
 .50 
 .50 
 .25 
 .25 
 .10 
 
 0. J. BAILEY & 00., 22 Boylston St., 
 
 Boston, Mass. 
 
Makes the Complexion Attractive. 
 
 PARKER'S 
 2-30-2 
 
 COLD CREAM. 
 
 umike any other. Soft ens and Beautifies the Skin. 
 
 Cures Chaps, Tan, Sunburn and Allays Roughness. 
 
 Warranted not to Become Rancid. 
 
 Trial Size, 10c. mM Two-Ounce ° 1>al Jars ' 25C< 
 
 1 lb. Screw Top Cans, 75c; y 2 lb., 40c. 
 
 Sold at Toilet Counters Everywhere. 
 
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 Cologne. 
 
 Pint Bottle. 
 
 .50 
 1.85 
 1.00 
 1.50 
 
 2-30-3 
 
 Henrietta 
 
 Eau De 
 
 IMikado 
 
 Violet Water 35c and 6;>e 
 
 Florida Waters 35c and 35c 
 
 Kay Rum, 1-2 Pt. Bottle • • 25c 
 
 3-30-2 Cold Cream 10c and 25c 
 
 2-30-2 Face Powder 25c 
 
 ORRIS TOOTH POWDER, the best in use 25c 
 
 SACHET POWDER, best quality, per oz 35c 
 
 JOSEPH L PARKER,) 232 Tremont Street, 
 
 druggist, I Cor. Eliot, Boston. 
 
 A FULL LINE OF GREASE PAINT, POWDERS, ROUGES, Etc. 
 
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 Boston's 
 Complexion 
 Specialist. 
 
 The plainest 
 face may be in<t<l< 
 !>i nut if ul. Sin- 
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 Steaming and Manipulating; Manicuring (50c), 
 Pedicuring; Vapor and Russian Baths (Ladies 
 only) ; Hair Dressing— Dyeing, Bleaching ; Hair 
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 Permanently Removed— two methods. 
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 Main Parlors, 18 Boylston St. (Boylston Building), 
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 Chemists and Druggists, 
 39 Tremont Street, 
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 Established 1837. 
 
 Do you wish your Medicine at Low Prices, accu- 
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 Quick service by Mail and Express. 
 
 Water-White Vanilla 
 
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