New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1846-07-31
NETWORK TRIBUNE.
Letters from the BackwoOds.".No. III.
Correspondence Of The Tribune.
mY Observation-Disclosures TO ASCEND MOUNT
Correspondence Of Tn,

can get letter 10 you III you We" - go
pleasure Of seeing newspaper from New iorh
bury yourself in the woods for three or four weeks
where not pulsation Of the great busy world can
reach you nor word from its ten thousand tongues
and pens mectyour ear orcye Thesight o'a news
paper fresh from the press putting In your hands
again the links OF that great chain OF human events
you had lost-rebinding you TO your race and re-
placing you in the mighty movement that bears all
things onward, is then most welcome. You cannot
conceive the contrasts, nay, almost the shocks OF
feeling experiences in stepping from the crowd
ed city into the dense forest where his couch is the
boughs he himself cuts and his companions the wild
deer and the birds; or in emerging again into civil
lied life and listening to the strange tunult that has
not ceased in his absence. One seems to have
dreamed twice--nay to be in dream yet. Yester
day. it was walking the crowded streets o
NewYork last evening, in birchbark canoe,
with an Indian beside me, nearly days journey
from human habitation, sailing over a lake whose
green shares have never been marred by the AK
Of civilization and on whose broad expansc not a
boat is floating but that which guides me and my
companions on For miles the Indian has carried
this canoe on his head through the woods, md now
it is breasting the that rolling like fluid
gold from the West The sun is going to his repose
amid the purple mountains-the blue sky seems TO
lift in the elastic atmosp hcre-the scream OF tue
wild bird fills the solitude, and all is strange and
new Green islands untroddcn by man greet us as
we steer toward yonder distant point, where our
camp fire is TO be lighted tonight. Glorious scene
glorious evening with my Indian and my rife
by my Understanding in this canoe along the clear
waters how far away seem the strifes OF men and
the discords OF life Tonight my couch Of balsam
bougls shall be welcome until the coudless morn
foods this wild sceuc with light
But find am getting on too fast To begin at
the beginning started with four companions for a
stretch through the wilderness OF New-fork, de-
signing iii the way to ascend to the top OF Mount
Marcy. as it is foolishy called and go through the
famous Indian Pass Here there no mule paths
as in Switzerland leading to tho bases OF mountains
whence YOU can mount to the SUBMITS, but all
is woods, woods, woods. The highest and most
picturesque Of the Adirondack peaks lie deep in the
forest where none but experienced guide can
carry you. To reach Mount Zohawns, alias Mount
Marcy you most come in from Caldwell or West
port about thirty miles in mail wagon and then
you have stretch Of about forty miles through the
forest to the Adirondack Iron Works. There is
but one road to these Works, where it stops and he
who would 60 farther must take TO the painless
woods-ndeed it was made solely for these iron
quarrics by the Company which owns them.
Well, here we are in the heart of the forest, five
OF ms, humping along in lumber wagon over a road
YOU would declare a civilized team could not travel
Now straining up a steep ascent--now whans to
the axle.tree between the rocks, and now lying at
an angle of forty five degrees and now carefully
hitins ourselves over fallen tree, we tumble and
bang along the enormous rate OF two miles an hour
By dint Of persuasion the OF the whip and a
thousand heups' we have acquired this velocity
and been able to keep it for the last seven hours
But man and beast grow wcary-it is one O'Clock,
and as the forest is but half entered dinner must
be had in some way. In three minutes the horses
are unhitched and eating from the waSon-ln
three more cheerful fire is cracking III the
woods, and our knapsacks are scattered around,
disgorgins their contents Hero is a bit OF pork.
here some ham. tongue, anchovy, paste bread.
&c. &c strung along like column OF infantry
on moss severed log and each one with his pock'
et.knife is doing his deroirS. We eat with an APP
petite that would throw French cook into costa
cies, did he but shut his eyes to our bill OF fare
Dinner being over B--n. a six-tootcr, one of the
finest specimens OF Wing farmer and gentleman
You Will meet III many day, has lighted his pipe
and is sitting on the ground with his back against
a log is deep in the columns Of the Courier X En-
quirer which received the day before we started
Young Aid. quiet little fellow about eighteen
years old is stretched full length the log trying
to setanap Young S-th, tough. vigorous and
full OF blood and spirits as these old woods are Of
Neutrality-suspicious. hearty laugh rings out every
five minutes. as we'll at misiortunes at Joke. is
smoking his cigar over the Express, though an out
andout Loco Foco himself, P. one of the most
careless OF nortals who is Just as likely to run his
head against tree side OF it. who in all hu.
man probability will have his heel on vour pork be-
fore il half toasted his pantaloon strap in your
tea before it is half cooled is backed no against
tree with his legs dead limb, running over
the columns OF the Minor. He is one OF Your po-
cite creatures halt the time in dream and the
other half indulsins IN drollcry that keeps the com
pany in roar. He was neverln the woods before
and The shadow of the mighty forest falls on HI.
spirit with strange power. awakening world c
new emotions within him. At little distance
myself set az ainst stump with The Tribune ii
my hand, telling B-n the news Of the Iaria biiI
This sets him going, and his sensible remarks OF
the subject OF Tariff and Free Trade woulc
make capital leader for The Tribune. There yor
have my fellow travellers and YOU must confess
there could no, be better companions for tramp
OF few weeks in the forest.
But all journeys must end. and we at length
iound ourselves a, the Adirondack Iron Works-,he
loneliest place hammer ever struck in. Forty
miles to postofice mill-.aour eight dollars s
barrel and common tea dollsr pound IN these
woods-in the very heart OF the Empire State !
These quarries we're discovered By an Indian and
made known by him TO Mr. Henderson whowss &C
cldea'aly shot here last Summer-bu, more ofthese
anon From this 10 the top OF Mount Marcy is ff
teen miles through the woods. Not human foot
step so our guide the mighty hunter Cheney
tells u.s. has proaned it for six years, and it is two
good days work TO SO and return. A tramp OF
thirty miles through painless forest to see one