The Vision On Mount Adams

: Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land

There are many traditions connected with Mount Adams that have faded out

of memory. Old people remember that in their childhood there was talk of

the discovery of a magic stone; of an Indian's skeleton that appeared in

a speaking storm; of a fortune-teller that set off on a midnight quest,

far up among the crags and eyries. In October, 1765, a detachment of nine

of Rogers's Rangers began the return from a Canadian foray, bearing wi

them plate, candlesticks, and a silver statue that they had rifled from

the Church of St. Francis. An Indian who had undertaken to guide the

party through the Notch proved faithless, and led them among labyrinthine

gorges to the head of Israel's River, where he disappeared, after

poisoning one of the troopers with a rattlesnake's fang. Losing all

reckoning, the Rangers tramped hither and thither among the snowy hills

and sank down, one by one, to die in the wilderness, a sole survivor

reaching a settlement after many days, with his knapsack filled with

human flesh.

In 1816 the candlesticks were recovered near Lake Memphremagog, but the

statue has never been laid hold upon. The spirits of the famished men

were wont, for many winters, to cry in the woods, and once a hunter,

camped on the side of Mount Adams, was awakened at midnight by the notes

of an organ. The mists were rolling off, and he found that he had gone to

sleep near a mighty church of stone that shone in soft light. The doors

were flung back, showing a tribe of Indians kneeling within. Candles

sparkled on the altar, shooting their rays through clouds of incense, and

the rocks shook with thunder-gusts of music. Suddenly church, lights,

worshippers vanished, and from the mists came forth a line of uncouth

forms, marching in silence. As they started to descend the mountain a

silver image, floating in the air, spread a pair of gleaming pinions and

took flight, disappearing in the chaos of battlemented rocks above.