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1934 The Abbot Circle
On the bright Monday following mid-year exams a train pulled into Intervale.
We, the 1934 Senior Class of Abbot, crowded out of it and made a dash for the sleigh.
Although there were thirty-five of us, we squeezed in somehow, and as two big horses
drew us along the snowy road to the Belleview, we looked at the countryside and
breathed in the clear cold mountain air. Running into the hotel, we' glanced around,
warmed our fingertips over a crackling fire, then scrambled after our baggage and
hurried up to find our rooms. No time was lost in changing our clothes. The quiet
valley of Intervale soon had Abbot girls shuffling about on Snowshoes or gliding along
on skis, poking into all its nooks and crannies. We slid quietly along on skis through
beautiful woods. The trees were very tall, old, and stately. Long shafts of sunlight
coming down through the lacy roof of needles touched the snow here and there to a
The following morning we experienced a typical Bellevicw breakfast. It consisted
of fruit, cereal, muffins, double orders ofsteak, potatoes, and coffee and triple orders of
griddle cakes. However, after a morning of skiing, snowshoeing, tobogganing, and
skating we all seemed to be able to manage double orders of everything for dinner.
That evening we went to a flapjack party in the Cathedral woods. It was cold, very
cold,-eighteen below, in fact. The sky was filled with stars and seemed exceptionally
black because of the contrasting snow-covered countryside. When our guide had led
us across the tracks and into the pine woods, an indescribable eerie atmosphere closed
in about us. The trees were nearly the same size, rising some thirty feet to the lowest
branch. There was no underbrush, just large tree trunks here, there, and over there-
nearly artificial in their evenness. When we looked overhead the stars seemed entangled
in the lacy branches. And the cold was the biting kind that makes one think of the
wolf's dismal wail, and a lone trapper lost in the woods,-perha ps in a place like this
where all the trees are the same for miles. The cheery fires certainly were a welcome
sight and we ate our pancakes with gusto.
On the third morning a light snow fall veiled the mountains. But that afternoon
as we assembled to say "Good-bye" to Intervale and mount the train, the clouds
suddenly parted, allowing the glorious sunshine to flood the valley. It was all so
wonderful, we had ha'd such a marvelous time, and we did hate to leave.