A WEEK IN THE CORNWALL MOUNTAINS. 



BY LYON. 



All Winter we had been talking 

 about going camping in the Summer. 

 At last the opportunity came, and, 

 after a month's preparation, we started 

 on Monday morning, June 29th, at 5 

 o'clock, from Cornwall. There were 

 nine in the party, all ready for a week's 

 " roughing it " in the Cornwall Moun- 

 tains. We drove up the mountain in a 

 large open wagon, and as we ascended, 

 looking back, the view was beautiful. 

 We could see the Catskill and Fishkill 

 Mountains and Newburgh Bay. It 

 was a glorious sight, at that time in 

 the morning. After getting to the top 

 of the road, we passed around old 

 "Storm King" and " Cro' Nest," and 

 then had a view of West Point from the 

 mountain top. At the Point everything 



was hustle, as the commencement exer- 

 cises were to begin the next day. The 

 weather was delightful, biit hot. We 

 continued on until we reached camp, 

 about twelve o'clock. The only excite- 

 ment was a snake, which was killed by 

 "Dec." On the arrival at camp, we 

 were met by "Dick" and "Little 

 Billie," who had gone ahead the day 

 before to get the camp ready. The 

 first thing was a raid on the wagon for 

 "grub," as the ride had given most of 

 us a pretty good appetite. We tackled 

 this meal without much ceremony. 

 After this was over, then the fun com- 

 menced getting camp ready, the boys 

 putting up tents and getting wood, 

 digging trenches, etc., the girls making 

 beds, unpacking dishes, provisions, 



