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Mosquitoes n tue Mountains.-A correspondent of the New-York Courier gives the following humor- ous account of mosquitoes in the White Mountains:

 "So too, if you love trout fishing, gunning or gnatt'ng never go beyond the reach of help. Ifyou do, two to one you are eaten aveby the mosquitoes or bears though for bears they are beginning to be domestcated now all the way through the notch, and though they may cross your path now and then, it is only for a time. The moment the legislature offers bounty for them, of so much head, you have nothing to fear from that class of cae there are only few breeders now, left in the woods and mountains. for nest eggs. But the mosquitoes, why don't they offer bounty for them? If they won't say much head, why not say so much cart. oad' have been pricked by stiletto, by the gal lon-nipper by the bood-sucker, and the hornet and

 can safely testify, thatI know of nothing to com. pare with the White Hills mosquitoe, the top: the Potomac are nothing to them. They stung pafts of me into hard lump, while was trying to solilo. guy through my shut teeth, and they so altered my face and that of my poor watch, to say nothing of my khands, that up to this hour my own mother wouldn't know me, and cannot tell what o'clock it IS. tried segar, a long eighteen, and puffed my. self blind and sick before they tired me out and all to no purpose Perhaps little camphorated spirit, fyou ever go trout fishing in that quarter, my dear friend; perhaps that may save you, with the bless ing of God; but nothing else can. Talk of bites! You may have million minute, if you love trout. fishing, or a grilled salamander stuffed with fire works

 But the approach to the mountains, must give you some idea of that curse the mosquitoes! they are biting me now There's one fellow-I know his cry-I am sure of it, he has followed me fifty miles, more or less; and the bites received week ago are burning now like as many fire PimaPles; l am afraid to look in the glass; the unsghty blotches fighten me afraid to shave, lest the lower part of my face which was roasted off by the sun three or four days ago, should wipe off like handful of her ring roe.