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situated on the road leading in to Long Lake, which 
is about a day’s drive farther on. We found a 
comfortable hotel here, and were glad enough to 
avail ourselves of the shelter and warmth which it 
offered. There was a little settlement and some 
quite good farms. The place commands a fine view 
to the north of Indian Pass, Mount Marcy, and the 
adjacent mountains. On the afternoon of our arrival, 
and also the next morning, the view was completely 
shut off by the fog. But about the middle of the 
forenoon the wind changed, the fog lifted and re- 
vealed to us the grandest mountain scenery we had 
beheld on our journey. There they sat about fif- 
teen miles distant, a group of them,— Mount Marcy, 
Mount McIntyre, and Mount Golden, the real Adi- 
rondack monarchs. It was an impressive sight, ren- 
dered doubly so by the sudden manner in which it 
was revealed to us by that scene-shifter the Wind. 
I saw blackbirds at this place, and sparrows, and 
the solitary sandpiper, and the Canada woodpecker, 
and a large number of hummingbirds. Indeed, I 
saw more of the latter here than I ever before saw 
in any one locality. Their squeaking and whirring 
were almost incessant. 
The Adirondack Iron Works belong to the past. 
Over thirty years ago a company in Jersey City 
purchased some sixty thousand acres of land lying 
along the Adirondack River, and abounding in mag- 
netic iron ore. The land was cleared, roads, dams, 
and forges constructed, and the work of manufactur- 
ing iron begun. 
