Norwich bulletin., 1918-06-29
THE HUDSON ON A PERFECT
 JUNE DAY.

Dear Sisters of the Social Corner: There is ever a charm in following the lonely ways of a riYar, but the won- derful entertainment of the majestic Hudson is incomparable with that of the isolated stream
 Justly famed in song and story is the mighty Hudson and the writer cannot but express, even as that Of new beholder, the inspiration that it's grandeur excites. The first emotional impression melted by the looming palisades is that of reverential awe which is not lessened as the river narrows, and their furrowed sides rise higher and higher, extending for miles along it's banks.
 The writer has seen the Hudson when the thousand tints of autumn | illuminated its shores, but on this perfect June day the effect of the matchless green foliage, refiecting its elongated shadows upon the curling waters, was that of a child in the | happiness of it's youth. But the train whirls on, swiftly passing the beauti- full estates that line it's sides, through | the sleepy towns of Ardsley, Irvington, Hastings and Tarrytown. the homes | of Washington Irving and John Bur l rougs, around which romance and tra- dition have woven many tales. At Oscawana, where the Hudson at- 1 tains it's greatest width, that of five miles, another pleasure awaited, that of a visit to one of the manor houses of olden days. Old as the shadowy | traditions that have long been asso- ciated with this historic country is this picturesque old house. Could oAe | but lift the mystic curtains of the past and vaguely see the phantom figures that once glided through these old halls and down the open stairway; i; the hands that once lifted the ancient knocker, whose thud again echoed and reverberated under my hand. Could their welcome have been more genu- inc than I received?
 | This magnificent estate of 180 acres borders nearly mile along the famous Post road, the broad thoroughfare from New York to Albany, which is alone maintained for the pleasure of the automobilist, as neither man nor beast can scarcely tread it's slippery way. The companionable trees that | line its borders and beautify its lawns are equally in keeping with the dignity and individuality of the manor house. Alone they stand, solitary and tall, with many trunks covered witt woodbine and moss.
 But further surprises awaited in ex- pIoFllS the gardens ana SIOplnS hills Barns and icehouse stored with 1a,
 and provisions necessary for the up
 keep of a small army of Livestock
 were inspected. Patches of wilt
 strawberries were soon discovered
 crimson among the grass, as far a
 the eye could reach. and the wary ey,
 soon sighted the masses of black
 berry brush that before many week
 would be yielding a rich harvest.
 But still higher we trudged, wher
 the hills stand straight above the wa
 ter, and an extended sweep of tn Hudson is obtained. In the hazy dis tance rises the reposeful peak o
 Storm King, a realistic reminder O the Jungfrau of the Swiss Alps, ex
 cepting that it's shadowy depths i
 massed with green instead of tre.
 Beyond is the city of Peekskil ) where the river abruptly turns to tn ) west, and from which point an unin , terrupted view is one unbrolSen lin
 of some 30 miles may be gained o , the Hudson.
 I have returned to the noisy cit
 and have left those beautiful solitar,
 hills but my imagination still play
 around their heights. and my visit t
 the old manor house on the Hudson
 shall not forget.
 THE LITTLE SINISTER,