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Along this savage gorge the traveller will pass awe- 

 struck at the terrific scenery around him. In one place, I 

 was told, the rock towers fourteen hundred feet high. This 

 is three hundred feet higher than the precipice in the 

 Indian Pass, and the highest that I know of this side of 

 the Kocky Mountains. Of itself, without reference to 

 the scenery to which it will be only the stupendous 

 gateway, it will be well worth a visit. Imagine such a 

 wonderful assemblage of sublime and varied scenery 

 remaining unknown in the heart of New York State, 

 and in two days' travel from the metropolis. Picture 

 yourself starting some summer evening from New York, 

 and the second day in the afternoon, slowly winding 

 through this terrific gorge into which the sunlight ven- 

 tures timorously and but for a moment, and gazing on the 

 confused wreck around you left by some former convul- 

 sion of nature, or pausing reverently under the beetling 

 cliff on whose far top the waving pines are dwindled to 

 mere shrubs, and then when the sun is about to bury 

 himself in the ocean of peaks beyond, emerging on the 

 plateau I have attempted to describe— would it not be a 

 day long to be remembered? The next morning you 

 ascend Mount Tahawus, and obtain one of the most 

 wonderful views on this continent. The succeeding day 



