Song Birds and Water Fowl 
One of the finest walks, for general effects, 
in the vicinity of New York City, will be 
found by taking the ferry from One-hundred- 
and-twenty-fifth Street, across the Hudson to 
Fort Lee, and following the path northward 
along the shore of the river, to Englewood. 
Close by, on the right, is the river’s broad 
sweep, and within a few feet on the left hand 
towers the lofty columnar mass of trap rock 
that forms the famous Palisades—the glory of 
the Hudson. The severity of this bold and 
precipitous front is abundantly softened by the 
refreshing foliage of a light growth of trees cov- 
ering the less abrupt declivities—true to Nat- 
ure’s instinct to soften every feature that is 
harsh, and hide each evidence of ruin. The 
view of this stupendous pile, thus seen from its 
base, while more limited and less picturesque 
than when viewed from the opposite shore, or 
from the deck of a river steamer, is certainly 
quite as imposing. 
One’s thoughts of migration are commonly 
limited to the long flights in air of the feath- 
ered tribe, which is the most conspicuous ex- 
hibition of a strange instinct in the animal 
kingdom. But, as one passes along the Hud- 
son in May, he is reminded, by the numerous 
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