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and we made for it and effected a landing, and 
then went down to investigate. As we neared 
the obstruction we found a ledge of rock flat 
as a floor, some fifteen feet above the river, and 
about twelve feet in width, and back of it the 
mountain rose in a sheer precipice to the height 
of probably a thousand feet. The ledge was 
some forty feet in length and at its lower end 
was a cave in which we found water clear and 
* cold, dripping from its rocky roof. As it was 
nearly sunset we at once decided to camp there 
for the night. We gathered cedar boughs and 
made a bed fifteen feet long over which we 
turned the boat, supported on the cliff side by 
a crotched stick, then brought up driftwood for 
our fire, which we started next to the rocky 
{ wall, and prepared a generous supper which we 
were hungry enough to enjoy. In the twilight 
we had leisure to enjoy to the utmost the wild 
and romantic scenery, and felt that we were re- 
paid for the trials and tribulations undergone in 
traversing what we called “The rocky road to 
Dublin.” Then taking out my Parlor Distin 
cornet I awoke the echoes for a time, and then 
by the firelight we passed an hour at “seven up,” 
then placing the pack basket under the middle 
of the boat we turned in. About 2 o'clock I 
was awakened by sharp lightning and thunder 
that reverberated with cannon-like peals, and as 
a storm of this kind has to me a fascination, I 
arose, and taking my waterproofs from the pack 
donned them and witnessed one of the grandest 
| of electrical displays for nearly an hour. Most 
weird was that gorge with the waters of the 
| rushing river, and the mountain heights bril- 
liantly lighted for an instant, and then obscured 
in the blackness of the night, a sight never to 
‘be forgotten. After the storm was over I re- 
| built the camp-fire and hung my garments to 
‘dry and again sought my bed. 
| In the morning Andrew was up first and had 
| breakfast ready ere I awoke. He had slept 
: soundly and knew nothing of the happenings of 
|the night. After a hearty repast we found we 
|could with a cord let the boat past the big rock, 
}and then we went on down with but little trouble 
}and enjoyed the views presented, passed the con- 
‘fluence of the Boreas River, after which the 
}Hudson broadens and turns sharply to the south, 
and Jones Mountain is in the view. A few 
miles further on we found another log jam, but 
1as we had had full enough of that kind of por- 
taging we landed and soon found the roadway 
‘from the old Takawas Iron Works, and after an 
easy carry of two miles came to the first appear- 
tance of civilization we had seen for two days. 
4As it was mid-day we concluded to rest and try 
ito secure a dinner. It was the home of a guide, 
Jname now forgotten, but the good wife was very 
jobliging and soon we were feasting on fresh 
legos, milk, crisp bacon, good bread and butter, 
{and fried potatoes, for which I gladly paid more 
than she named. 
' We then went on past the logs and again took 
{passage on the river, and arriving at North 
creek, the terminus of the railroad, stopped 
t while to note the arrival of a train and the 
jleparture of passengers en route to Indian Lake 
ind Blue Mountain Lake. Eastward loomed 
}Maxham and Trumbull mountains with the road 
#0 Schroon Lake winding between. Westward 
irose Gore and Bullhead mountains, and the 
yutlook was pleasing. Pursuing our way east- 
{rly we made a turn again to the south, passing 
Riverside, Mill Creek and the Glen to Thur- 
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man, where we stopped for the night and were 
well taken care of by a family named Griffith. 
This part of the valley of the Hudson is fine, 
and the farms in its vicinity seemed productive 
and their owners prosperous. Here the waters 
from Paradox and Schroon lakes, and numerous 
tributaries forming the Schroon River, empty 
into the ever increasing volume of the Hudson. 
Next morning we went on down, having a fine 
view of Prospect Mountain at the east, and of 
Potash Kettle Mountain at the south, until ar- 
riving opposite Lake Luzerne we left the Hud- 
son, whose tortuous ways we had traversed fully 
eighty miles through the wilderness, and portag- 
ing over took dinner and a look at the pretty 
lake which was quite a noted summer resort, and 
then engaged a party with wagon and team to 
convey us over the picturesque road of nine miles 
to the Lake House of Caldwell at the head of 
Lake George. 
Next morning we went up Prospect Moun- 
tain and had a fine view of this historic ground 
where so many conflicts had occurred during 
the early periods at this gateway between Can- 
ada and New York, and all the incidents re- 
corded in history relative thereto were brought 
to mind. We visited the site of the old fort and 
other interesting localities in the vicinity and 
returned for dinner. Launching our Adiron- 
dack boat in this beautiful lake, the Horicon of 
Cooper, we felt as though we were on enchanted 
ground, and slowly pulled northward, passing 
Long Island, Pilot and Buck mountains, enjoy- 
ing the splendid views constantly changing as 
we moved along, and as we reached the vicinity 
of the Hundred Islands under the shadow of 
Tongue Mountain we rowed among them and 
landed on a few, until as the sun went down we 
went ashore at the Hundred Island House. There 

WIGWAM. 
I was taken to be one of the State forest war- 
dens, as some of the islands had been squatted 
on and cottages erected without title or permit, 
and in my rough tourist garb, with Adirondack 
boat and dress, I had been noticed inspecting 
about their vicinity, they had jumped at that 
conclusion and felt much relieved when after 
I had registered and noted, “On tour from the 
heart of the Adirondacks via Hudson River, etc., 
to Lake Ontario” the trembling ones breathed 
freer, and upon request I entertained quite a 
crowd as I related some experiences. 
Next day we went on through the narrows, 
with its numerous islands and grand background 
of forest covered mountains, enjoying every rod 
of the way, until we reached the point at Deer’s 
Leap, opposite to Hulett’s -Landing, and found 
the wind and waves so strong that we ran 
ashore, and after a lunch remained a couple of 
hours, then making a vigilant pull and a quick 
turn we rounded the point without shipping 
water and glided easily along under the lee of 
the northerly shore to Sabbath Day Point. Se- 
curing accommodations at the little inn we then 
strolled about until supper time, and afterward 
entertained with cornet. Rare were the echoes 
that came back to us. 
Next day we moved on to Hague, were hailed, 
and on landing met a number of sportsmen who 
had been in the woods at various times and 
rightly concluded that we had come from 
there. They were interested in our “tale of woe,” 
etc., and insisted on our remaining for dinner 
with them at the hotel, exchanged cards, and 
gave me the name of a true sportsman and 
friend, who with his family were camping on 
one of the islands a few miles down, together 
with a message. With a parting refrain on the 
cornet we started out, and as we reached the 

