. Stories of the Hudson. curling amongthe trees, to indicate a human residence. Everythingwas wild and solitary. As he was standing on the edgeof a precipice overlooking a deep ravine fringed withtrees, his feet detached a great fragment of rock; itfell, crashing Its way through the tree tops, down intothe chasm. A loud whoop, or rather yell, Issued fromthe bottom of the glen; the moment after there wasthe report of a gun; and a ball came whistling over hishead, cutting the twigs and leaves, and burying Itselfdeep in the bark of a chestnut tree. Dolph did not wait for a second shot, but made a
. Stories of the Hudson. curling amongthe trees, to indicate a human residence. Everythingwas wild and solitary. As he was standing on the edgeof a precipice overlooking a deep ravine fringed withtrees, his feet detached a great fragment of rock; itfell, crashing Its way through the tree tops, down intothe chasm. A loud whoop, or rather yell, Issued fromthe bottom of the glen; the moment after there wasthe report of a gun; and a ball came whistling over hishead, cutting the twigs and leaves, and burying Itselfdeep in the bark of a chestnut tree. Dolph did not wait for a second shot, but made aprecipitate retreat, fearing every moment to hear theenemy In pursuit. He succeeded, however, in return-ing unmolested to the shore, and determined to pene-trate no farther Into a country so beset with savageperils. He sat himself down, dripping, disconsolately, on awet stone. What was to be done.^ Where was he toshelter himself. The hour of repose was approaching;the birds were seeking their nests, the bat began to flit. Looking dozen on the eastern valley from a height of the Catskills Dolph Heyliger 151 about In the twilight, and the nlghthawk, soaring highin the heaven, seemed to be calling out the stars. Nightgradually closed In, and wrapped everything in gloom;and though It was the latter part of summer, the breezestealing along the river, and among these dripping for-ests, was chilly and penetrating, especially to a half-drowned man. As he sat drooping and despondent in this comfortlesscondition, he perceived a light gleaming through thetrees near the shore, where the winding of the rivermade a deep bay. It cheered him with the hope of ahuman habitation, where he might get something toappease the clamorous cravings of his stomach, andwhat was equally necessary in his shipwrecked condi-tion, a comfortable shelter for the night. With extremedlfhculty he made his way towards the light, alongledges of rocks, down which he was in danger of slidinginto the river, and over grea
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