The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, 1897-05-29

ferriee, and is promisingly primitive
Directly across is the little attenuated
village OF Undercliff, nesting as its
name implies under the shelter Of the
beetling Palisades. The ride across the
river affords, especially at this time Of
year, q view Of SURPRISING loveliness.
On its east shore, from Grants tomb on
the heights above Manhattanville, to
the far away hills Of Yonkers. a distance
OF fifteen miles, there is a stretch OF
picturesque country. with the peaks and
turrets Of castlsted piles ris-
ing above a wealth OF verdure
that reaches to the waters edge. The
Palisades crowned with lordly trees ex-
tend in unbroken symmetry and beauty
"a far rs the eye can see on the other
shore.
1t was to Undercliff that the investi-
gators went. The village has strag-
ling growth for mile or more up the
river, resting on the grassy beach be.
tween the water and the hills. Along
the old turnpike, now almost splaehed
by the gentle waves. now rising twenty
or thirty feet above the river, are rows
OF oak and elm trees, and here and there
is an ancient homestead slowly crum-
bling away. The road passes the huts
OF fishermen. which in the busy shad
season, but recently closed. have been
hives of industry. When the fishermen
are not bringing in their catch in big
boats they are mending their nets, and
one may purchase glstening fish that
but few minutes before were coursIng
the stream. Lilacs bloom along the way
land The dandelions hiding in the water,
velvet grass seem like little pools of sun
shine. fit to splash in as you pass"
The most stylish turnout that one is
apt to meeti ia the prehistoric bus that
amblee along in desultory way, and
the whirling wheelman is the sole dis
turber Of the scenes equanimity. The
cottage that the persons afore mention
ed selected as their summer home faces
the Hudson river, with a meadow space
filed just now with waving timothy,
between. and at the rivers brink is a
row OF fine trees, the varied tones OF oak
and elm and chestnut and maple BLEND.
ing in q bullwark of gorgeous green.
Through gar in the trees may be seen
the smooth surface Of the water, dotted
with the sails OF an unnumbered fleet.
and now and then pierced by great steam.
ers. Back o; the cottage. rising from
the very door, are the Palisades, which
at this point are three hundred feet
high, and here Flora has etrewp her
favors With lavish hand. The breezes
blow through boughs OF oak and birch
and elm. iuttering in the distance is a
fall OF snow white dogwood blossoms.
Violets but a week ago, purpled the
tangled grass, and the cowslip added
dots OF gold. In a canyon. through
which small stream descende with
musical sound, are boulders and Jagged
rocks, and in the thin covering of earth,
mountain peaks show their vivid huee.
The violets are gone now and with them
the myrtle, and the other delicate
bowers that came with the first warmth
OF spring, but the paths are strewn with
primroses and wild DAISIES and dainty
white and yellow strawberry blossoms.
Blackberry bushes are just beginning to
be spotted with white and the buds of
wild roses are exposing their pink
leaves. There is large lake, in basin
on the highest part OF the Palisades,
directly back OF the cottage wbera