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situated on the road leading in to Long Lake, which 

 is about a day's drive farther on. We found a 

 comfortable hotel here, and were glad enough to 

 avail ourselves of the shelter and warmth which it 

 offered. There was a little settlement and some 

 quite good farms. The place commands a fine view 

 to the north of Indian Pass, Mount Marcy, and the 

 adjacent mountains. On the afternoon of our arrival, 

 and also the next morning, the view was completely 

 shut off by the fog. But about the middle of the 

 forenoon the wind changed, the fog lifted and re- 

 vealed to us the grandest mountain scenery we had 

 beheld on our journey. There they sat about fif- 

 teen miles distant, a group of them, — Mount Marcy, 

 Mount Mclntyre, and Mount Golden, the real Adi- 

 rondack monarchs. It was an impressive sight, ren- 

 dered doubly so by the sudden manner in which it 

 was revealed to us by that scene-shifter the Wind. 



I saw blackbirds at this place, and sparrows, and 

 the solitary sandpiper, and the Canada woodpecker, 

 and a large number of hummingbirds. Indeed, I 

 saw more of the latter here than I ever before saw 

 in any one locality. Their squeaking and whirring 

 were almost incessant. 



The Adirondack Iron Works belong to the past. 

 Over thirty years ago a company in Jersey City 

 purchased some sixty thousand acres of land lying 

 along the Adirondack River, and abounding in mag- 

 netic iron ore. The land was cleared, roads, dams, 

 and forges constructed, and the work of manufactur- 

 ing iron begun. 



