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a straw-paper factory.     A dam above the former stret-
ching across a broad portion of the river looks very pictu-
resque, the fall of water shining in the sun light like
a broad band of burnished steel.      Farther down the banks
became precipitous and woody.     The family had dined,
so we sat down to a rere-dinner.       Ten Broeck is a 
middle-sized, acquiline nosed, hearty-looking man of about
thirty, with a healthy sun-reddened face � one of the frankest
and jolliest of fellows.         His wife resembles her sister
�Tilly� (Mrs Foster.)      They�ve two children, a boy who pad-
dles about country fashion sans shoes or socks and a
curly red-haired, sharp looking little girl, who has lost the
sight of one eye.        Two lady visitors were staying in the
house.      One a rather good-looking, wilfullish Schenectady
girl hight Mary Livingston Sanders, a cousin of Ten Broeck,
the other a very young amiable faced girl from Hudson, 
named Van Dusen.      Ate, dozed, washed, rambled about,
visited the stocking factory, talked with the girls, smoked
cigars, took drinks and had a generally jolly time of
it; at night sitting out on the stoop singing songs, all
together.    And went to bed overhappy, hearing the
green leaves rustling at my open window.     Kind people!
good people!  God bless you!
  5.  Sunday.  Up early and off for a ten mile ride
with Ten Broeck, calling for one Broeckius Livingston by
the way.      He was a sturdy, bearded, elderly man, some-
thing of a character; had a farm and two old maiden
sisters.     A lovely ride through the fresh sunny morning,               
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