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  Beauty and majesty on either hand
  Have shared thy waters with their common realm.

  Knickerbocker Magazine.

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  Their summits are the first to meet
     The morning’s golden ray,
  And last to catch the crimson fires
    That warm the dying day.

  Minna Irving.

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On the west shore rise the rock-beaten crags of—­

=The Dunderberg=, the dread of the Dutch mariners.  This hill, according to Irving, was peopled with a multitude of imps, too great for man to number, who wore sugar-loaf hats and short doublets, and had a picturesque way of “tumbling head over heels in the rack and mist.”  They were especially malignant toward all captains who failed to do them reverence, and brought down frightful squalls on such craft as failed to drop the peaks of their mainsails to the goblin who presided over this shadowy republic.  It was the dread of the early navigators—­in fact, the Olympus of Dutch mythology.  Verditege Hook, the Dunderberg, and the Overslaugh, were names of terror to even the bravest skipper.  The old burghers of New York never thought of making their week’s voyage to Albany without arranging their wills, and it created as much commotion in New Amsterdam as a modern expedition to the north pole.  Dunderberg, in most of the Hudson Guides and Maps, is put down as 1,098 feet, but its actual altitude by the latest United States Geological Survey is 865 feet.

The State National Guard Encampment crowns a bluff, formerly known as Roa Hook, on the east bank, north of Peekskill Bay, a happy location in the midst of history and beauty.  Every regiment in the State rallies here in turn during the summer months for instruction in the military art, living in tents and enjoying life in true army style.  Visitors are cordially greeted at proper hours, and the camp is easily reached by ferry from Peekskill.  A ferry also runs from Peekskill to Dunderberg, affording a hillside outing and a delightful view.  It is expected that a spiral railroad, fourteen miles in length, undertaken by a recently organized corporation, but abandoned for the present, will make the spot a great Hudson River resort.  The plan also embraces a palatial hotel on the summit and pleasure grounds upon the point at its base.  Passing Manito Mountain on our right the steamer approaches

=Anthony’s Nose=, a prominent feature of the Hudson.

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The waters were hemmed in by abrupt and dark mountains, but the channel was still broad and smooth enough for all the steamboats in the Republic to ride in safety.

    Harriet Martineau.

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[Illustration:  ANTHONY’S NOSE.]