MY GARDEN- -ITS LOCATION. 



tary posts, West Point, with its smooth, grassy 

 plain, bold shores, and commanding positions 

 bristling with cannon. The stately academic 

 buildings, the substantial quarters with their 

 trim gardens, make all the more inviting a pict- 

 ure when seen against the sombre background 

 where Nature, in her wildest moods, presents 

 the rocky cliff, the black ravine, and shadowy 

 forest. 



On the bluff adjoining my garden, Cozzens' 

 great hotel looms up like a mountain of 

 brick. Just beneath, in its cool shadow and 

 almost dashed by the spray of Buttermilk Falls, 

 stands a new hotel, known as the Parry House. 

 Both are patrons of my garden, and are so 

 near that the strawberries hardly stop growing 

 before they are in the mouths of the guests. 

 A little to the north is the village of Highland 

 Falls, my market-town. On the outskirts of 

 this are neat cottages and roomy summer 



