RED-HOOK, 19 



From Red-Hook I crossed over to the re- 

 sidence of Mr Henry Barclay who has pur- 

 chased a considerable estate on the opposite 

 shore, and named it Ury. I was kindly re- 

 ceived by Mr Barclay, who has resided fifteen 

 years at Ury, where he has founded a town, 

 now containing 2000 inhabitants, erected paper 

 and cotton mills, and altogether laid out a large 

 sum which he informs me is making him a 

 handsome return. 



His residence is about six miles from the 

 Catskill mountains, a range in form not unlike 

 the Grampians, though more stupendous, and 

 for the most part covered with pine trees and 

 huge rocks. He says a country lies between 

 him and the Catskill range, which is well cul- 

 tivated. But on his own estate I observed 

 the same objectionable system of agriculture 

 I have already noticed ; no attention is paid 

 to stock, and no leases are granted, the tenants 

 holding from year to year, and being allowed 

 to crop the land as they choose. He is now, 

 however, quite aware of the advantages he 

 would derive from an enterprising tenantry 



