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Text for Page 019 [07-09-1853]

acquaintance by the road side, in the way.     A mile or so, past
a Sawmill & the stream growing more picturesque as we advance,
at length reached a little village, some �ville� or other.   Then
descending into the rivers bed, we return up stream, progressing
from rock to rock.    This presently became difficult if not dangerous.
For there was clinging to mossy rock, scrambling over smooth shelving
boulders, and stepping across little chasms where a stumble would
have resulted in broken limbs and a headlong plunge into the water.
And there was steep climbing up and precipitous leaping down, gingerly
passing over slimy rock, till we got to the Saw Mill, many
pretty little breaks and falls having been passed by the way.  Mr
Hart had disappeared, having gone on ahead.   Dillon & I clam-
bered up the internals of the sawmill, while doing it at the water
being let on, and rushing & raging at a great rate, turning a
very small wheel & sawing wood above.    Waud joined us, &
on we tramp under a blazing sun, sometimes tarrying to pluck
a few wild strawberries that grew blushing through the grass by
the road side, sometimes for a vest.       Reached the Hotel
by 3, hungry enow.      Dined, & tarried in-doors till supper
time, a mild Summer rain driving down amid the green
world without.   Reading, talking & reposing.        A pop down
at the fall at night, & talking with landlord Schutte.
Washington Irving being here some twelve years back had intima-
ted that the glen below was the one described in Rip Van
Winkle.     To the house again, and divers bear stories, and
one panther one are told about the Catskills.     Bears there
are sans doubt, rattlesnakes plenty & few panthers.     Anon               
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