12 THE SPORTSMAN’S AND TOURIST’S GUIDE. 
cupies an attractive and commanding site 
on the road at the entrance to the vil- 
tage; and J, H. Colby’s popular place, on 
the north shore of the lake, commanding 
a splendid view the entire body of water, 
are some of the leading boarding-houses. 
Boats, fishing tackle, &c., are furnished 
guests at each of these places; and they 
also run carriages to and from Monticel- 
lo trains during the season. 
A drive of seven miles from Port Jer- 
vis, over a road hard as cement and 
wonderfully smooth, running along the 
base of a lofty and precipitous range of 
mountains crowned with high perpendic- 
ular cliffs of slate rock, brings you to the 
village of Milford. The attractions of Mil- 
ford are, first, its charming location; sec- 
ond, the grand work Nature has done for 
it; and third—which is of most inferest to 
our readers—its noted hunting and fish- 
ing grounds. Milford lies on a broad 
plateau, some two hundred feet above 
the Delaware River, commanding a view 
up the valley that is indescribably beau- 
tiful, taking in the mountains, valleys, 
plains, and forests of three States, the 
Delaware winding through the land- 
scape, and visible for miles. From the 
the bluff overlooking the river, the vil- 
lage of Port Jervis may be seen, and 
trains on the Erie, ascending the western 
slope of the Shawangunk, are plainly dis- 
cernible. High hills surround the village 
on three sides, over which shaded roads 
lead to the many interesting points in the 
vicinity. Long before the visitor ap- 
proaching Milford reaches the village, 
he will see a bold mountain standing 
prominently in the landscape before him. 
This is the Knob, which rises nearly a 
thousand feet above the place, a quarter 
of a mile distant. A foot-path leads to 
its summit, a favorite outlook, the coun- 
try for forty miles around being brought | 
beneath the gaze. A stretch of meadow 
slopes from the base of the Knob to the 
Sawkill Creek, famous for trout, which 
runs between the mountain and the vil- 
age, and, tumbling over an ancient dam, 
winds about in the glen—a place of 
stately pines, picturesque islands, isolated 
walks and nooks among overhanging 
rocks, wooded knolls velvety*with the 
moss of centuries, miniature waterfalls 
tinkling here and there—a place of per- 
petual shade, and within ten minutes 
walk of the village. A mile: from Mil- 
ford are the Sawkill Falls. After flow- 
ing for some distance at the bottom of a 
rocky gorge, whose perpendicular walls 
of rock rise in places one hundred feet 
above the water, the Sawkill Creek leaps 
from a ledge some twenty feet in height, 
then gathers itself in a glassy pool, and 
a short distance further on plunges mad- 
ly down the face of a perpendicular pre- 
cipice a hundred feet, its volume broken 
into a thousand sparkling forms by jut- 
ing rocks, and lashed into seething, foam- 
ing fury at the bottom. From the large 
circular basin at the bottom of the wild 
gorge, the waters rush through a rocky 
pass, over which the spectator may easily 
step, and for half a mile form into noisy 
rapids and other beautiful cataracts, and 
finally emerge from the forest and sing 
on toward the river. The surroundings 
of Sawkill Falls are weird in the extreme, 
and the scene is one never to be forgot- 
ten, A mile below Milford begin the 
Cliffs, a wall of perpendicular rock two 
miles in length, towering eight hundred 
feet above the road leading down the 
valley at its feet. This seamed and crag- 
ey precipice, with its crown of cedar, 
spruce, and other evergreens, is easily 
accessible by a mountain road. Words 
are wanting to describe the grandeur of 
the scene that meets the eye from this 
