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 Atlantic north of Portland, Maine. Yet they start within two hundred yards of each other."

Just south of the little pond, the boys noticed a bare, rocky cliff, perhaps a hundred feet high, rising sharp from the left side of the road. The top was rounded off.

"Look!" said Lou. "That cliff is just like an elephant's head, with his trunk coming down to the road!"

Mr. Rogers laughed. "They call it the Elephant's Head," he said. "You're not the first to discover the resemblance."

When they had passed the Elephant's Head, they saw that the gate of the Notch was, in reality, not wide enough to admit both the carriage road and the railroad. The railroad, on their right, entered through a gap blasted in the solid rock. A few steps more, and they were in the gate themselves, and the wonderful panorama burst upon them.

They saw that the railroad kept along the west bank of the Notch, high above the bottom, but the carriage road plunged directly down, beside the Saco River (at this point but a tiny brook). On the west side of the Notch Mount Willard rose beside them, and south of that Mount Willey shot up almost precipitously, the latter being over four thousand feet high. On the east side was the huge rampart of Mount Webster, also four thousand feet high, and