Frank's ranche, or, My holiday in the Rockies : being a contribution to the inquiry into what we are to do with our boys . LETTER No. VIII. Up the Hudson River—The Catskills—My firstchipmunk—The Rip Van Winkle—SleepyHollow — The Mountain-House Hotel — OldIndian squaw-spirit—A snake in the grass—Apainting by Holbein. Catskill Mountains^ Sept., a short time in NewYork, agreeably spent in spite ofthe heat, we started early onebright morning on the splendidriver steamer * Albany up the noble HudsonRiver. It is no part of my plan or my dutyto describe the innumerable objects, historicala
Frank's ranche, or, My holiday in the Rockies : being a contribution to the inquiry into what we are to do with our boys . LETTER No. VIII. Up the Hudson River—The Catskills—My firstchipmunk—The Rip Van Winkle—SleepyHollow — The Mountain-House Hotel — OldIndian squaw-spirit—A snake in the grass—Apainting by Holbein. Catskill Mountains^ Sept., a short time in NewYork, agreeably spent in spite ofthe heat, we started early onebright morning on the splendidriver steamer * Albany up the noble HudsonRiver. It is no part of my plan or my dutyto describe the innumerable objects, historicaland picturesque, which command this won-derful river. Why should I attempt to de-scribe or even to mention points so fully andso well described elsewhere ? All I aspire torecord is the passing impression of whatever. 64 . MY HOLIDA Y comes under my own notice or interests meas a rapid traveller; it would be presumptionto do more. The chief object and idtima Thule of mywanderings is that little log shanty built bymy boy thousands of miles away in the heartof the Rocky Mountains—but our plan is totake in our way as much of this great countryas our limited time will permit. The point we are now sailing for is *^ TheCatskills/ about 120 miles up the river fromNew York. Reaching the Catskill Stationearly in the afternoon, we took train for thefoot of the mountains, a ride of about eightmiles through a richly cultivated country:every object here, even the rocks and streamsand fruit-laden apple-trees, seemed strangeand new to me. At the foot of the ascent, we were met bya stage-wagon drawn by a couple of stouthorses; these had to drag us for three milesand a half up the steep mountain side. The mountain is clad with thick foliageto the summit. The sun was shining hotly,but we were protected by a canopy
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