16 HILLS AND LAKES. 



tain boys came tumbling over the walls, demanded 

 in the "name of the great Jehovah, and the Conti- 

 nental Congress 1" You will see the ruins on Crown 

 Point grim monuments of a vanished age ! You 

 will see on your left the mountains of Essex, lifting 

 their bald heads to the clouds. On the right you will 

 see flocks and herds, feeding in green fields that 

 stretch back to the base of the hills, and away off in 

 the distance, the Green Mountains looming up in 

 solemn grandeur, on the summits of which the mists 

 of heaven rests, and along whose sides gigantic 

 shadows chase each other, as the light clouds flit be- 

 fore the sun. 



Plattsburgh is classic ground. It was the scene of 

 a notable sea-fight, and of a hard contest on the land. 

 But leave it behind you. Battle-fields are common- 

 place; you can find them nearer home, where the 

 bones of slaughtered men are more abundant, and 

 the halo of blood-bought glory is brighter. Leave 

 fighting-men to moralize over the places of the fight, 

 and be off for Dannemora, the prison in the woods. 

 There you will be at the end of the road. There 

 civilization has made a pause. Tame life will be 

 behind you, while all before you will be forest, wild 



