The Hudson, from the wilderness to the sea . en, and the beasts of prey are too fewand shy to cause the least alarm to the most timid. The climate isdelightful, aud there are fertile valleys among those rugged hills thatwill yet smile in beauty under the cultivators hand. It has been calledby the uninformed the Siberia of ISTew York; it may more properlybe called the Switzerland of the United States. THE HUDSON. 45 The wind came from among the mountains in fitful gusts, thick mistswere sweeping around the peaks and through the gorges, and there werefrequent dashes of rain, sometimes falling li
The Hudson, from the wilderness to the sea . en, and the beasts of prey are too fewand shy to cause the least alarm to the most timid. The climate isdelightful, aud there are fertile valleys among those rugged hills thatwill yet smile in beauty under the cultivators hand. It has been calledby the uninformed the Siberia of ISTew York; it may more properlybe called the Switzerland of the United States. THE HUDSON. 45 The wind came from among the mountains in fitful gusts, thick mistswere sweeping around the peaks and through the gorges, and there werefrequent dashes of rain, sometimes falling like showers of gold, in thesunlight that gleamed through the broken clouds, on the morning whenwe left Adirondack village. We had hired a strong waggon, with threespring seats, and a team of experienced horses, to convey us from theheart of the wilderness to the Scarron valley, thirty miles distant, andafter breakfast we left the kind family of Mr. Hunter, accompanied bySabattis and Preston, who rode with us most of the way for ten miles, in. ADIBONDACK, OB INDIAN PASS. the direction of their homes. Our driVer was the owner of the team—acareful, intelligent, good-natured man, who lived near Tahawus, at thefoot of Sandford Lake. But in all our experience in travelling, we neverendured such a journey. The highway, for at least twenty-four of thethirty miles, is what is technically called corduroy—a sort of corrugatedstripe of logs ten feet wide, laid through the woods, and dignified withthe title of The State road. It gives to a waggon the jolting motionof the dyspeptic chair, and in that way we were exercised all daylong, except when dining at the Tahawus House, on some wild pigeons 46 THE HUDSON. shot by Sabattis on the -way. That inn was upon the road, near the siteof Taha-n-us village, at the foot of Sandford Lake, and was a half-wayhouse between Long Lake and Roots Inn in the Scarron valley, towardAvhich we were travelling. There we parted with our excellent gxiides,after
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