torn down July 4, 1866, as the place was frequented every summer by a remnant of the old Stockbridge tribe.  The neighbors thought the best way of getting rid of the “noble red men” was to burn up the hive.  The mansion was built by a Miss Livingston, but she soon exchanged her island home for Florence and the classic associations of Italy.  Bash-Bish, one mile from Copake Station on the Harlem Railroad, one of the most romantic glens in our country, has been visited and eulogized by Henry Ward Beecher, Bayard Taylor and many distinguished writers and travelers.  Soon after leaving Copake Station a beautiful carriage road, but extremely narrow, strikes the left bank of this mountain stream, and for a long distance follows its rocky channel.  On the right a thickly wooded hill rises abruptly more than a thousand feet—­a perfect wall of foliage from base to summit.  A mile brings one to the lower falls; the upper falls are about a quarter of a mile farther up the gorge.  The height of the falls, with the rapids between, is about 300 feet above the little rustic bridge at the foot of the lower falls.  The glen between is a place of wild beauty, with rocks and huge boulders “in random ruin piled.”

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  I saw the green banks of the castle-crowned Rhine,
  Where the grapes drink the moonlight and change into wine,
  But my heart would still yearn for the sound of the waves
  That sing as they flow by my forefather’s graves.

  Oliver Wendell Holmes.

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=Hillsdale Village= has a beautiful location and affords a good central point for visiting Mount Everett, with its wide prospect (altitude 2,624 feet), Copake Lake six miles to the west, Bash-Bish Falls six miles south, and Po-ka-no five miles to the northeast, sometimes known as White’s Hill.  The Po-ka-no, Columbia County’s noblest outlook, 1,713 feet, commands the Hudson Valley for eighty miles; and the owner says that he saw the fireworks from there the night of the Newburgh centennial in 1883.  From the summit can be seen “Monument Mountain” and the Green Mountains of Vermont.  At its base glides the “Green River Creek,” which flows into the Housatonic near Great Barrington.  From this point the drive can be continued to North Egremont, South Egremont, Great Barrington and Monument Mountain.  Before the days of railroads the Columbia turnpike was the great trade artery of the city of Hudson.  It was interesting to hear William Cullen Bryant recount his experiences in driving from his home in Great Barrington over the well-known highway on his way to New York.  The Housatonic and Harlem Railroads tapped its life and have left many a sleepy village along the route, once astir in staging days.  The stone for Girard College was drawn from Massachusetts quarries over this route and shipped to Philadelphia from Hudson.  The Lebanon Valley, in the northeastern part of the county, is considered one of the most beautiful in the State, and said by Sir Henry Vincent, the English orator, to resemble the far-famed valley of Llangollen, in Wales.  The Wy-a-mon-ack Creek flows through the valley, joining its waters with the Kinderhook.  Quechee Lake is near at hand, where Miss Warner was born, author of “Queechee” and the “Wide Wide World.”