Song Birds and Water Fowl 



One of the finest walks, for general effects, 

 in the vicinity of New York City, will be 

 found by taking the ferry from One-hundred- 

 and-twenty-fifth Street, across the Hudson to 

 Fort Lee, and following the path northward 

 along the shore of the river, to Englewood. 

 Close by, on the right, is the river's broad 

 sweep, and within a few feet on the left hand 

 towers the lofty columnar mass of trap rock 

 that forms the famous Palisades — the glory of 

 the Hudson. The severity of this bold and 

 precipitous front is abundantly softened by the 

 refreshing foliage of a light growth of trees cov- 

 ering the less abrupt declivities — true to Nat- 

 ure's instinct to soften every feature that is 

 harsh, and hide each evidence of ruin. The 

 view of this stupendous pile, thus seen from its 

 base, while more limited and less picturesque 

 than when viewed from the opposite shore, or 

 from the deck of a river steamer, is certainly 

 quite as imposing. 



One's thoughts of migration are commonly 

 limited to the long flights in air of the feath- 

 ered tribe, which is the most conspicuous ex- 

 hibition of a strange instinct in the animal 

 kingdom. But, as one passes along the Hud- 

 son in May, he is reminded, by the numerous 



