AN AUTUMN HORSEBACK TRIP. 



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only wild game we saw on the trip. Ob- 

 taining our final directions from 2 quarry- 

 men working nearby, we rode through a 

 pasture lot, up through the woods and on 

 to the battle ground. 



The spot, on which the last and most 

 bloody part of the struggle occurred is 

 the top of the mountain, quite level, about 

 an acre in extent and commands a beau- 

 tiful view of the surrounding country. We 

 found Hospital Rock and traces of the old 

 fortification. 



Down the mountain from here is a dam in 

 the river, the water thus stored being used 

 to feed the canal. Here, too, the canal 

 crosses the river, and, taking the tow-path, 

 we crossed over into Lackawaxen. Al. re- 

 ceiving an expected telegram, we resumed 

 the tow-path for Barryville where we spent 

 the night. 



On entering the village we overtook 

 a fine, sleek pair of tow-mules. They had 

 heard our clatter in the rear and, not be- 

 ing able to see us (having closed bridles) 

 they took fright and one of them prepared 

 to defend himself. Rex. and Al. were in 

 the lead and got by all right, but at that 



instant a pair of hoofs and a whiffle-tree 

 shot out and Harry and I had business 

 right where we were. Here I could lie a 

 little, but speaking with due regard for the 

 truth, I counted 27 mule feet in the air at 

 one time, all operated by the same mule, 

 to say nothing of double trees, whiffle- 

 trees, chains, ropes, tug straps, etc. Con- 

 cluding we were stalled indefinitely. Rex 

 and Al. bade us good night; but noticing 

 that the tow line lay on the ground we 

 waited an opening and shot over between 

 the canal and the other mule. The last we 

 saw of his kicklets he was still " fanning 

 space." 



Early next morning we were on the tow- 

 path again for home. We found the boat- 

 men very good natured and obliging and 

 exchanged a great deal of good natured 

 chaff with them. Passing was sometimes 

 quite difficult, but at such times they would 

 cheerfully stop the teams to let us by. Our 



trip ended all too soon, and reaching M 



we separated, all wishing we were just start- 

 ing instead of returning. In the 2 days we 

 travelled 90 miles and hope to travel many 

 more together. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY MRS. MYRA A. WIGGINS. 



THE HUNTER'S PAUSE. 

 Joint Winner of First Prize in Recreation's Second Annual Photo Competition. 



