THE PALISADES. l6l 



Then underneath the lurid light 

 She leaves above her foamy track, 



Upsprings to his astonished sight 

 A city on Manhattan's back. 



'Tis pandemonium ! Demons scream 

 Through thousand whistles in his ear, 



And fiends on iron horses seem 

 To shoot along their mad career ! 



Through the still air, the midnight bell 



Sent out the music of its stroke ; 

 The anchor watch sang out, " All's well," 



And Hendrik from his dream awoke. 



To-day the crests of the Palisades are 

 densely wooded as they were two hundred 

 and seventy-nine years ago, and it is not till 

 the traveller has progressed some twenty miles 

 to the north that, looking across, he sees scat- 

 tered houses, towns, and village cities that 

 have crept down and established themselves 

 on the waterside. People of the eastern shore 

 do not care to have any intercourse with them. 

 Before the Revolutionary war there was Dobbs 

 Ferry above Yonkers, and King's Ferry above 



Sing Sing, but latterly there has been no cross- 

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