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wrong, when we came to turn after turn in the road. We 

 were about lost in mud and despair, when we heard a 

 steam whistle, and came suddenly upon express and 

 freight trains, a railway station and ferryboat landing all 

 in a huddle. Charlie's ears were up and he needed all our 

 attention. We drove as near as he was willing to go, 

 then went to inquire the next step. No old scows this 

 time, happily, but a regular ferryboat, and the ferryman 

 has a way of whispering confidentially to timid horses 

 which wins them at once, so we were soon safely landed 

 into the darkness and rain on the other side. We spent 

 the night in Catskill Village, and gave the evening up to 

 study of the ins and outs of the Catskills. The heavy 

 rain all night and half the morning prepared more mud 

 for us, and we were five hours driving twelve miles. The 

 wheels were one solid mass of clay mud, and we amused 

 ourselves watching it as it reluctantly rolled oflf. 



We took directions for the old Catskill Mountain 

 House, but, luckily for Charlie, we guessed wrong at 

 some turn where there was no guide-board, or place to 

 inquire, and brought up at the Sunny Slope House at the 

 foot of the mountain instead of at the top. We walked 

 two miles after supper and were tempted to stay over a 

 day and walk up the four-mile path to the famous 

 Kaaterskill House, but it was a beautiful day to go 

 through Kaaterskill Clove, and it seemed best to make 

 sure of it. It was up hill about four miles, and as 

 interesting as Franconia and Dixville notches, with its 

 Fawn's Leap, Profile, Grotto, Cascades and superb views. 

 All this we should have missed if we had gone over the 

 mountain. We dined at Tannersville and fancied we 



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