178 SPORT IN NORTH AMERICA. 



XI.— SALMON LAKE. 



I AM aware that I am now taking an oft-trod road. 

 Thanks to steam, the Hudson is now a high road 

 which no man who has ever travelled in the 

 Northern United States can have avoided. Who 

 can tell how many pages have been written about 

 or sketches made of its banks ? And yet, in these 

 days of locomotion, where will you find a corner 

 which has not been exhausted by our modern scribes 

 with their books of travel and cheap lithographs, 

 even down to the painters of panoramas, whose 

 merits ought to be measured by the square yard ? 

 And yet, in spite of all that my readers may have read 

 or seen, the painter and the poet have yet to be 

 found, and the pen and pencil yet to be discovered, 

 that can do justice to the magnificent beauties dis- 

 played by the hand of the Almighty on the banks of 

 this noble river. "When you are embarked upon the 

 Hudson some fine morning iu spring, New York 

 Bay is a splendid introduction to the sublime 

 natural poem whose pages are shortly to be dis- 

 played before the eyes of the delighted traveller. To 

 the right, is the picturesque and confused mass which 

 a great city always oflers to the eye at a distance, 

 and across the forest of innumerable masts which 

 borders the quays to the left, the pleasant quarter of 



