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hot, dry day the gloom beneath it is literally "the shadow 

 of a mighty rock in a thirsty land." 



Near 110th Street we pass on the woody heights a great 

 gorge filled with rhododendrons avitli a lily-pool at its base 

 which produces a most natural and picturesque effect. 



Opposite the entrance from Sixth Avenue we come to the 

 Harlem Meer, a fine sheet of water of some twelve acres. 

 Here there are sandy, pebbly shores and plenty of steep, 

 rocky slopes coming down from the earthworks of old Fort 

 Fish. Along the western shore of this lake at a some- 

 what higher level our drive now passes. We have come to 

 the fashionable East Drive again, and opposite the entrance 

 at Sixth Avenue and 110th Street most of the carriages turn. 



The road winds at first picturesquely across a rock 

 bridge over the stream that flows between the Pool and 

 the Harlem Meer, and above this bridge appears a consider- 

 able waterfall. The walk along the stream above and south 

 of the waterfall can be seen from the bridge to be pictu- 

 resque and attractive with its wooded hillsides and on the 

 east a grassy lawn sloping down to its eastern border. Hav- 

 ing reached the top of the hill we come to the site of the 

 old Mount Saint Vincent Convent, afterwards a restaurant, 

 and finally burnt down and replaced by the present build- 

 ing. A little beyond this spot we come to the great North 

 Meadow again and catch nearly as fine a view of its bright 

 openness as we did from the West Drive. There is really 

 little of interest now on the East Drive until we pass the 

 reservoir and come to the east side of the Ramble. 



The birches, evergreens, and vines on the rocky banks 

 are fine at this point and there is a small deep dell to the 



