The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-10-16
AN OCTOBER JOURNEY
BY THE ONTARIO ROAD
Life, Though Short, Is Not Wasted 10
the Ride.
ATRIP OVER THE HILLS TO NEW YORK
Glimpses of the Rarest scenery in
This Region--The Hudson River
at Close Range-.Autumn at the
Tomb of a Hero.-A Drama Which
Affords No Pleasure to the Specta-
tor.-Facial Massage.

If you have never gone over the on
tario and Western road to New York.
you shouldn't put off the trip day long
er than Monday or at least the Monday
following. There is a nice tram going at
1885, and you'd better take 1t and a lunch
and prepare to revel in a succession of
scenes such as never were painted on
canvas, and that glow in a light that
seemingly never was on land or sea-
1t is said that the original ontario and
Western projectors did not make a start
lingly profitable investment in planning
this railroad. They most certainly
succeeded in laying out a route which
affords a revelation of more surprising
beauty than can be found in almost any
other direction in this region.
1t is a long ride. You do not reach
Forty-Second street until 40 p. m, but
you have run to catch so many trairs,
in the past; you have stayed awake
all night in order to be able to arise
and go to New York at o'clock,
have shopped furiously all day and
come home forgetting the buttons
you meat to buy, and really it
might do you good to look out Of the
window and rest for few hours with
out reading the morning paper or 1ong
anything else, but allowing the eyes to
feast on natures most gorgeous brush
work beneath the october sunshine.
The landscape is at its supreme height
of spendor just now. Along this route
maple trees seem to predominate, and
as the country is richly wooded almost
the entire distance no words can de-
scribe the magnihcence of the prospect.
The rugged hills and mountains of Wayne
county are the first to call forth ad-
miration and as you reach Poyntelle and
Preston Park the glow of color increases,
until beyond Liberty the riot of the gold
and crimson maple, the sumac's pale rose
deepening to carnelian, the mingling of
tender green of beech and the ruddy
gloss of oak flame out on every side and
the eye is fairly daZZed with the glory
of 1t all. 1t is on this trip that you pass
through the famous summer resort sec
ton of Sullivan, Orange and Ulster coun-
ties. More than 1900 tickets were sold
this summer between this region and
New York, so popular are the high To-
cation, the sanitaria and the hundreds Of
hotels and boarding houses. From the
fine elevation near Liberty the scenery
in the distance is exquisite. Beyond the
hill tops, not far away is situated the
famous Sullivan Country club, which re-
Gently achieved a new and undesirable
distinction by reason of the Christian
affair-a murder in which the murderer
is as yet uncaught. In the hill country
beyond is the handsome property of
George l. Pullman, who visits this, one
of his many country places, every sum-
mer.
Through the beautiful valley CLEANS
many noted trout streams. The Beaver
kill, Mongaup, Neversink, Willowemoc
and Little Willowemoc with the accent
on the "we'O are the scene of great sport
In the season. There are state hatch
cries at Rockland and from these and
others, twelve million brook trout have
been placed in the streams, besides lake
and Brown trout A 12l2-pound speci-
men of the latter was caught last spring.
You can't shoot deer until after Aug.
/, 1900, but there is much small game.
Soon the foot hills of the Shawngunk
mountains begin to appear in their
strange, rugged contour and then
suddenly, as the train sweeps around
curve, flashes out the Hudson
river blue and sparkling at the
tracks side; dim and lovely as the mys-
terious shadow of dream, as it stretches
on beneath the abrupt shadows of the
majestic mountains, For many miles
after leaving Cornwall you ride close
to it's margin, sometimes above a little
bay bridged by tressling, passing West
Point Stony Point and other noted spots.
Then you reach Weehawken and the ride
across the ferry in the twilight is not
the least pleasant part of the journey.
Fortunate are you if Mr.. Flitcroft will
Just write to Mr.. Webb Harrison, gen.
ial and courteous official of the road, and
suggest that he come on the train and tell
you much of interest as he rides along
from Rockland to Middletown. This lat
ter place by the way, has a monument to
a former Scrantonian in the shape of a
we'll equipped electric road running out to
Goshen a distance of ten miles, 1t was
built through the enterprise of Captain
VIII Rockwell, who has since removed to
Flushing, L. l.
OF course. If you are the kind of person
who always sits with the window shade
down and reads industriOlSly on a iOur-
ney, you won't care particularly for this
trip with perhaps the exception of a good
lunch at Middletown. But if you have
the love of beauty in your soul and feel
that too often its plea for recognition is
stihed in your haste and worry, you
should take the time TO enjoy this ride
at least once in your life.
This is a delightful time of year to go
up the Riverside drive to Grants tomb.
One feels a swift tide of emotion, stand
ing beneath that magnificent marble dome
where the sweet october light tints the
pale columns above the lattice a delicious
lovely blue, and gazing down in the silent
circle, where in his sombre granite
house sleep the dead hero, vacant place
at his side or the black marble pedes tai
for his wife. Without, the blue river flows
on Indefinitely, a vioet mist yelling the
distance in a Corot-like thinning Of curve
and peak. Never is this proudest memorial
in our land seen to such advantage as
now in this lingering beautiful autumn
with the verdure of summer unfaded and
only the tender golden haze over ALL and
when the white palace, with its classic
outlines and noble proportions, seems to
rise before the awed gaze with deeper
significance.
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