The Wheel and cycling trade review . time to see a boat come scenery is not over-interesting, so we fol-low the brisk pace of the scorcher over thecobbles to the Miller House, Cohoes (3%=9%).Here we turn to the left down the hill to theWaterford Bridge, over the Mohawk huge slate ledges look gray and bare,while the rugged cliffs are covered with smok-ing, noisy factories. The waters, once form-ing a beautiful falls, now, save at high-waterseasons, roll sluggishly down in separate chan-nels, causing the Fair Novice to make ratherpointed remarks anent rough hands andgrimy f
The Wheel and cycling trade review . time to see a boat come scenery is not over-interesting, so we fol-low the brisk pace of the scorcher over thecobbles to the Miller House, Cohoes (3%=9%).Here we turn to the left down the hill to theWaterford Bridge, over the Mohawk huge slate ledges look gray and bare,while the rugged cliffs are covered with smok-ing, noisy factories. The waters, once form-ing a beautiful falls, now, save at high-waterseasons, roll sluggishly down in separate chan-nels, causing the Fair Novice to make ratherpointed remarks anent rough hands andgrimy factories marring the face of , her poetry and romance are to receivethe same rude shock more than once! The view eastward as the river sweepstoward its conflux with the Hudson is charm-ing; it broadens and fills as it flows over thedams with a low, rythmical rumble, thenspreads before mossy, tree-dotted banks anddisappears in a bit of rich green woodland,whose tree-crests blend with the lightershades of the far-off The road is good now, and we follow thetracks up an easy grade, succeeded by astretch of level, skirting the canal; then overanother slight rise, where we pass on our leftan old burying ground, whose mossy, time-scarred vaults overlook a winding meadowbrook. We cross the bridge and enter Broadstreet, Waterford, tree-bowered and linedwith neat residences, which we follow to Thirdstreet, and there turn to the left (2m.—ll%m.) The road now swings eastward and followsthe course of the upper Hudson, of which wecatch pleasing glimpses ever and anonthrough the vista Of waving branches. Now we run close to the rivers bank, be-neath us the waters ripple and sparkle in thenoonday sun, while the opposite shore rises i896. in a rocky, miniature, tree-crowned it stretches like a silvery ribbonthrough the meadows, and before us it ex-pands lakelike in its setting of emerald hills. Now through a stretch of grassy slopes,pasture lands and groves,
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