It is through country such as this that the River Hudson flows.  It rises in the Adirondack Mountains, some 300 miles from the sea, and more than 4,000 feet above its level.  It acts as a feeder and outlet for numerous larger and smaller lakes.  At first it is a pretty little brook, almost dry in summer, but noisy and turbulent in the rainy seasons.  From Schroon Lake, near Saratoga, it receives such a large quantity of water that it begins to put on airs.  It ceases to be a country brook and becomes a small river.  A little farther down, the bed of the river falls suddenly, producing falls of much beauty, which vary in intensity and volume with the seasons.

At Glens Falls the upper Hudson passes through a long defile, over a precipice some hundred feet long.  It was here that Cooper received much of his inspiration, and one of the most startling incidents in his “The Last of the Mohicans” is supposed to have been enacted at the falls.  When Troy is reached, the river takes upon itself quite another aspect, and runs with singular straightness almost direct to New York harbor.  Tourists delight to sail up the Hudson, and they find an immense quantity of scenery of the most delightful character, with fresh discoveries at every trip.  Millionaires regard the banks of the Hudson as the most suitable spots upon which to build country mansions and rural retreats.  Many of these mansions are surrounded by exquisitely kept grounds and beautiful parterres, which are in themselves well worth a long journey to see.

Beacon Island, a few miles below Albany, is pointed out to the traveler as particularly interesting, because four counties corner upon the river just across from it.  The island has a history of more than ordinary interest.  It used to be presided over by a patroon, who levied toll on all passing vessels.  Right in the neighborhood are original Dutch settlements, and the descendants of the original immigrants hold themselves quite aloof from the English-speaking public.  They retain the language, as well as the manners and customs, of Holland, and the tourist who strays among them finds himself, for the moment, distinctly a stranger in a strange land.  The country abounds with legends and romances, and is literally honeycombed with historic memories.

The town of Hudson, a little farther down the river, is interesting because it was near here that Henry Hudson landed in September, 1609.  He was immediately surrounded by Indians, who gave him an immense amount of information, and added to his store of experiences quite a number of novel ones.  Here is the mouth of the Catskill River, with the wonderful Catskill Mountains in the rear.  It will be news, indeed, to many of our readers that in these wild (only partially explored) mountains there are forests where bears, wild cats and snakes abound in large numbers.

Many people of comparative affluence reside in the hills, where there are hotels and pleasure resorts of the most costly character.  During the storms of winter these lovers of the picturesque find themselves snowed in for several days at the time, and have a little experience in the way of frontier and exploration life.