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curiosity at the foreigner who was leaning on his gun, 

 and thinking little about them, lost in admiration of 

 the wonderfully beautiful landscape tliat extends along 

 the shores of the Hudson. Though my costume was 

 nothing extraordinary, yet the tight leather trousers, 

 high waterproof boots, short green shooting jacket, 

 green cap, and open shirt collar, might have appeared 

 so to them. The beautiful double-barrelled gun at- 

 tracted many eyes, as well as the double-edged hunting- 

 knife that hung on the left side. The German game 

 bag, the powder-horn, shot belt, all, in short, was 

 different to their fashion. 



The night was cold and damp, and as on the follow- 

 ing morning the sun broke through the thick clouds, 

 his rays were reflected from the steeples of Albany ; a 

 pretty little town, and though I stayed too short a 

 time to be able to judge, I believe it is likely to become 

 a handsome city. I left that morning by the train for 

 Utica. It was the first time that I had travelled by 

 a railroad, and cutting the air with the speed of an 

 arrow made an indescribably agreeable impression on 

 me. A drunken man next to me told me long stories, 

 in the still strange English, with a comically mournful 

 expression of countenance, and afforded me much 

 amusement. "We arrived at Utica during the night. 

 In the street I found some men with a carriage, and 

 inquired of them when the canal boat left ; they 

 pointed to the carnage, one of them taking me by the 

 arm ; but I, remembering former warnings, set my 

 foot against the doer, and asked about the fare : 

 " Nothing to pay, nothing to pay," said they, and at 

 one step I was seated in the carriage, which soon 



