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his hard work year after year which awakened the interest 

 in the Harrimans and other wealthy citizens who, besides 

 himself, gave largely to the purchase of the land. 



The roads were perfection, and after gliding through 

 the beautiful green mountains, by the silvery lakes we 

 burst upon the Hudson which lay below us. As Herbert 

 said: 



"Slow they glide away, 

 The gorgeous gleams that flash from Hudson's 



tide 

 And paint the woods that gird old Beacon's side; 

 'Tis holy all, and haunted! Each green tree 

 Hath its own tale, each leaf its memory; 

 The streams, that knew the Indian's tread of yore, 

 The breezy hills, with rock-ribbed summits hoar, 

 The lordly river, with its ceaseless moan. 

 Have all a power more potent than their own." 



Running south along the east bank of the river, we 

 found a charming inn for dinner at Piedmont-on-the- 

 Hudson, the old Fort Comfort Hostelery, and the proprietor 

 directed us to take the Dykeman Street Ferry and thence 

 by Riverside Drive to New York and the Biltmore. His 

 directions were followed and in going down the bank to 

 take the ferry we were again astonished at the wonders of 

 America for we found a roadway cut zigzag in solid rock 

 down the palisades to the water's edge, at the foot of which 

 was the ferry, and were soon in New York. 



Once again in the busy currents of life, a shade of regret 

 swept over our thoughts as we realized that the pleasure 

 of anticipation had passed before the vision of fulfilled 

 desire. But through life we will carry away the precious 

 memories of this journey in the footsteps of Frank Forester, 

 a journey over a trail which in future generations I am 

 sure other sportsmen will follow. 



Harry Worcester Smith, 

 Fall 1918. 



Tom Draw's gun, from a photograph 



