. Three rivers, the James, the Potomac, the Hudson: a retrospect of peace and war . r, and madea sign for Rip to approach and assist him withthe load. Was it, then, one of the gnomes of the woods,the mountains and the streams the young cadethad seen, one of the mysteries of the Kaat-erskill Range; or else, was it some survivor of theRevolutionary War, who had come to tell more ofthe old Revolutionary relic? For my own part Istand ready to accept the gnome, in the light thatI believe my father Intended,—that is, In ametaphorical sense, and that the vision which ap-peared to him with antiquated
. Three rivers, the James, the Potomac, the Hudson: a retrospect of peace and war . r, and madea sign for Rip to approach and assist him withthe load. Was it, then, one of the gnomes of the woods,the mountains and the streams the young cadethad seen, one of the mysteries of the Kaat-erskill Range; or else, was it some survivor of theRevolutionary War, who had come to tell more ofthe old Revolutionary relic? For my own part Istand ready to accept the gnome, in the light thatI believe my father Intended,—that is, In ametaphorical sense, and that the vision which ap-peared to him with antiquated costume and sil-very locks was none other than Old FatherTime himself. I find further observations by the same youngwriter whom I have quoted, and which withoutstraining a point may be made to apply to the oldfort in the Highlands of the Hudson. How inconsonant, he says, is it to thecharacter of the place to see its ruined arches andits mossy and ivied walls peopled by liveried serv-ants and gay equipages, and to hear the chatter-ing of ladies and the loud vociferations of men. u:< u 5 THE HUDSON RIVER 167 trying to awake the echoes of the ruin I The firsttime I visited the spot there were about twentypersons in all, and among this number an English-man and his wife. I was amused by listening to the expressionsof the different characters of the party. Law me Idid you ever see anything like it ? said one. Bless me! How pretty, said another. Well,this will tell well in our journals, said a a fourth wondered what would say to all this if he were here. There wasone fat old gentleman of the party with hisspouse, on whom those who had no opinion oftheir own to express, depended as their oracle. The old gentleman, of course, feeling dulysensible of the deference which was paid to hisopinions, uttered them with oracular expression,and with all the deliberation and dignity of hisposition, crossed his hands before him, tappedhis snuff-box at intervals, and occas
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