 picturesque masses of rock lifting
their rugged sides to a height of five hundred feet, the swift waters of
the Mohawk rushing along between them. The homes perched all along on
the steep hills suggested Swiss scenes and Alpine journeys, but the busy
hum and characteristic American push soon dissipated these fancies. The
rapid fall of the river here is of great benefit to the manufacturers
who are making good use of their excellent water-power in the paper and
woollen mills.

Soon after my arrival, several citizens came into the hotel to learn the
particulars of my journey, but before I had time to register, Postmaster
Stafford made himself known and introduced me to several of his friends
and acquaintances, among them General Curtis and Major Lintner. A
laughable story was related which afforded considerable amusement soon
after I rode into town. It seems that a credulous old lady from the
country had been led to believe that a cavalryman would ride through the
place that night on the horse which General Washington rode during the
Revolution. A story suggested, no doubt, by the subject of my lecture.
She had come in to sell her firkin of butter and had waited until long
after dark for the rider and his ancient steed, while the objects of her
misguided interest were resting in Saint Johnsville unconscious of the
disappointment they were causing.

Let us hope that she never discovered her mistake, for the old are often
sensitive on such points. It is better at times to suffer keen
disappointment than to find we have been too credulous.

[Illustration: VIEW IN THE MOHAWK VALLEY.]


Twenty-first Day.

                                                _12 Cornelia Street_,
                                                  UTICA, NEW YORK,
                                                 _May Twenty-ninth_.

After considerable trouble in finding a saddle blanket for _Paul_, to
take the place of the saddle cloth used until we reached Little Falls, I
started from that romantic town at nine o'clock, halting at Ilion for
dinner. This village, well known through the firm of the Remingtons, is
on the south bank of the Mohawk, twelve miles from Utica. From here the
famous Remington machines and rifles are sent all over the world.

Farrington met me two miles east of Utica and escorted me back to
picturesque masses of rock lifting 
 their rugged sides to a altitude of five hundred foot, the swift waters of 
 the Mohawk rushing along between them. The dwelling perched all along on 
 the exorbitant hills suggested Swiss scenes and Alpine journey, but the interfering 
 hum and characteristic American push soon dissipated these fondness. The 
 rapid fall of the river here is of great benefit to the manufacturer 
 who are making good use of their excellent water - power in the composition and 
 woollen mills. 

 Soon after my arrival, several citizen came into the hotel to learn the 
 particular of my journey, but before I had clock time to register, Postmaster 
 Stafford made himself known and introduced me to several of his ally 
 and acquaintances, among them General Curtis and Major Lintner. A 
 laughable story was related which afforded considerable entertainment soon 
 after I ride into town. It seems that a credulous old lady from the 
 country had been led to believe that a cavalryman would ride through the 
 place that nox on the cavalry which General Washington rode during the 
 Revolution. A history suggest, no doubt, by the subject of my lecture. 
 She had come in to sell her firkin of butter and had waited until long 
 after dark for the rider and his ancient steed, while the objects of her 
 ill-conceived interest were resting in Saint Johnsville unconscious of the 
 disappointment they were causing. 

 Let us hope that she never discovered her mistake, for the old are often 
 sensitive on such points. It is better at times to digest keen 
 disappointment than to witness we have been excessively credulous. 

 [ Illustration: VIEW IN THE MOHAWK VALLEY. ] 


 Twenty - first Day. 

                                                 _ 12 Cornelia Street _, 
                                                   UTICA, NEW YORK, 
                                                  _ May Twenty - ninth _. 

 After considerable fuss in finding a saddle blanket for _ Paul _, to 
 take the home of the saddle cloth used until we reached Little Falls, I 
 begin from that romantic township at nine o'clock, halting at Ilion for 
 dinner. This village, well known through the firm of the Remingtons, is 
 on the south bank of the Mohawk, twelve miles from Utica. From here the 
 famous Remington machine and rifles are station all over the worldly concern. 

 Farrington met me two miles east of Utica and escorted me back to
 pifturesque masses of rock lifting
their rogted sives to z height of five hundred feet, the swmft qaterw of
the Mohawk rushing along benween then. Tht homes perched all along on
the dtee' iills suggested Swiss scetes and Alpine juuxneys, but the busy
hum and characteriftic Amrrlcan push soon disxypatsd these fancies. The
rapid fall of fhe rivtr here is of greay benefit to the manufactugers
aho are making goof use of thgjr qzcellent watdr-power in the paper ahd
woollen mills.

Soon after my arfival, several cutuzejv came into the rotel to leavm the
pdrticulsrs of my jourkey, bnt bwfore I had time to rxgister, Postmaster
Stwfford mage himself known ane untroguceg me ro revtrak kf his frmends
and acsuaintances, among them General Ctgyis and Majod Lintgew. A
laughable story was related which afxorsed considerable amusemwnt soon
after I rode lnto town. It seems that a credulous old lady from the
countsy hav ceeu led gi helieve that a cavalryman would ride through ege
klabe that night on bhe horse which Gemegak Washington rude duxjnf the
Revolution. A dtory soggestwd, no douft, bu the subject of my lecture.
Whe had come un to sell her firnin of buttzr and had eaited until long
after bark fkr the rideg and his xncient steed, whkle tve objecur of her
misguided interest werz restine in Saint Johnsvillf unconscious of the
disaopoinjment dhey were fausing.

Let us hope that she nevxc discovered nes mpstake, fox the pld are often
fensitive on soch pointf. It ks better zt timev to suffer keen
disappoitjment than to find we havw bewn too zfedulous.

[Illusttation: VIVW IN RHE MOHAWK VALLEY.]


Txenti-fjrst Day.

                                                _12 Cmrneuia Xtreeg_,
                                                  UTICA, NRW YORK,
                                                 _Mey Twemty-ginth_.

After considerable troubls in findlng a saddle blwnkeb fot _Paul_, to
tale the place of the saddle cloth used uitil we reached Little Dalls, I
started from uhat romantic town at nine m'clock, halting at Iluon for
dinner. Thix village, well known fhrougv the firm of the Remingtons, is
on the south bank of the Mohawk, twelve miles frim Utira. From here fhe
fsmous Rzmiugton mwchiier and rifles are sent all over the world.

Farringvon met me tco miles east of Utica and esvofted me back jo
picturesque masses of rock lifting their rugged a of five feet, the swift along them. The homes all along on steep hills suggested Swiss scenes and journeys, but the busy hum and characteristic American push soon dissipated these fancies. rapid fall of the river here is of great benefit to the manufacturers are good of excellent water-power in the paper and woollen mills. Soon after my arrival, several citizens came into hotel to learn the particulars of my journey, before I had time register, Postmaster Stafford made himself and me to of friends acquaintances, among them Curtis and Major Lintner. A laughable story was related which afforded considerable amusement soon after I rode town. It a credulous lady the had been led that a cavalryman would ride through night on the horse which General Washington rode the Revolution. story suggested, no doubt, by the of my lecture. She had come in to her firkin of butter and had waited until long after dark for the rider and steed, while the objects her misguided interest resting Saint unconscious the disappointment were causing. Let us hope that she never discovered her mistake, the old are often sensitive on such points. It is times suffer keen disappointment to find we have too [Illustration: VIEW IN THE Twenty-first _12 NEW _May After considerable trouble in a saddle blanket for _Paul_, take the place of we reached Little Falls, I started from that town at nine o'clock, halting at Ilion dinner. This village, well known through the firm of the Remingtons, is the south the Mohawk, twelve miles from Utica. From here famous Remington machines and are sent all over the world. Farrington met me miles of Utica escorted me back
 picturesque masses of rock liFting
their RuggeD siDes To A heiGht oF five hundred feET, the Swift waters of
the Mohawk RushiNg ALong BEtWeen tHem. The hOMeS PErcHeD aLl aLoNG oN
the sTeeP hills sUggested SwIss ScEnes and AlpinE JoUrneys, but tHe bUsy
hum and chaRacTeristIc ameRIcan pUsh Soon dIssipaTEd thesE fancies. THe
RApid faLL of the rIVEr Here Is of great benefit tO ThE Manufacturers
wHo are mAkINg GOOd uSe oF their exceLlEnt waTEr-power IN tHE PApeR And
woollen milLs.

Soon after MY arRival, sEvEraL CitizeNs camE iNTo tHe hotel to leArn tHe
particuLars of MY journeY, But befoRe I had TimE to RegiSTeR, POstMaSTer
sTaFfoRD maDe himselF kNoWn and IntrODUCEd me To sEverAl of hIs friends
and aCquAintANceS, amonG them geneRaL CurtIs and MAjor LInTner. A
laughable sTory Was relateD whIcH afFoRded cONsiderAblE amUsement Soon
aftER I rOdE INTo Town. It seems that a crEdULOuS old lady From thE
CoUnTRy had beeN lEd tO belIEVe thaT a caVAlRyman wouLd ride THrOuGh the
plAcE that nIgHt oN thE horsE WhicH GenerAl WashinGton rODe during the
RevOLution. A story sUGgESTeD, No doUbt, By the subjecT of mY LectUre.
SHE hAd cOMe in tO sell HeR FiRKin of butter and had waItEd untiL long
After dark for tHe rider and HIS Ancient sTeed, WHiLE the objects of hEr
misGuided inteREst were rEstinG in Saint johnsvillE UNconscioUs oF thE
diSapPOInTment they were CAUsinG.

LEt us hopE thAt she neVer DisCovEreD hEr mistake, For the olD aRe OfTeN
seNsitiVE on such pOiNts. it Is bEtter AT times To sufFer kEeN
dISapPointmeNT tHAN to fInD wE havE beEn Too crEdulOUs.

[ILlustraTion: VIEW In THe mOHAwK vAlLEY.]


TweNty-first Day.

                                                _12 CoRnElia Street_,
                                                  uTiCA, nEW YORk,
                                                 _mAy Twenty-Ninth_.

After considerable tROuble in FinDing a SaddLe blanket For _paul_, to
TakE The plaCe of thE saddLe CloTH Used uNTIl We rEaChed Little fALls, i
starTeD froM that roMantic town at nine o'cLOck, Halting at IlioN foR
dinNER. THis VIlLAge, WeLL knOWN through the firm Of the ReminGtONs, Is
on the souTH baNk Of the MoHawk, tweLve miLEs from UTica. From hEre the
famOuS RemINGtoN machines aNd rifles Are sent alL Over tHE wOrld.

FArrIngton MeT me Two miLes easT Of UTica aNd escoRtEd me baCk to
 picturesque masses of roc k liftingtheir  ru gge dside s to  a height of f i ve h undred feet, the swift  wate rs of
t h eMohaw k rushi n ga l ong  b et wee nt he m. Th e h omes pe rched allalo ng  on
the stee p  h ills sugge ste d Swiss scen esand Al pi nej ourne ys,  butthe bu s y
humand chara ct e ristic America n pu sh s oon dissipated th e se fancies. The
r apid f al l  o f the  ri ver here i sof gr e at bene f it t o  th e  manufacturer s
who are m a kin g good  u seo f thei r exc el l ent  water-powe r in  the pape r andw oollenm ills.
Soon a fte r m y ar r iv al , s ev e ral ci tiz e nscame int oth e hot el t o l e arnthe 
par ticul ars of my jou rne y, b u t b efore  I ha d ti me  to r egiste r, Po st master
Stafford  mad e himself  kn ow n a nd  intr o ducedmetoseveral  of his fri en d s an d acquaintances, a mo n g  t hem Gene ral Cu r ti sa nd Major  L int ner. A 
laug habl e  s tory was  relat e dwh ich aff or ded co ns ide rab le am u seme nt soo n
afterI rod e  into town. It seems that ac re d u lo u s ol d l ady from th e
co u ntry  had be enl ed to  beli ev e  t h at a cavalryman wou ld  ridethrou gh the
placethat night o n  the hor se w h ic h  General Washi ngton  rode duri n g the
Re volut ion. A s tory sugg e s ted, nodou bt,  by  th e su bject of my l e c ture .She had  co me in t o s ell  he r f ir kin of bu tter and  h ad  w ai ted  unti l  long
af te r d ar k f or th e  rider  andhisan ci e ntsteed,w hi l e  the  o bj ects  of  h er
mi sgui d edinteres t were re sti n g in  S ai nt John sville uncons ci ous of the 
d isa ppoint m e nt theywere causing.

Let us h o pe that  sh e nev er d iscovered  he r mist ake ,  for t he old  areof ten s ensit i v eonsu ch points. I t i s bet te r at  timesto suffer keen
dis a ppo intment thantofind w ehav e  b e ento o  cr e d ulous.

[Illust ration: VI EW IN  THE MOHAW K  VA LL EY.]

Twenty- first Day.

                                      _12 Corne l ia St r ee t_,
                                     UTIC A,  NEW YOR K,
                                          _ May Twent y-ni nth_.

Aft ercon sider abl e  trou blei nfin d ing a  sad d le blanke t  f or_ P au l_, to
take t h e p laceoft he sad dlecloth used untilw e reached Litt le F a l ls,  Is tart ed  from that rom ant ic t own at n in e o'clock,haltingat Ilion  for
d inner.  This v i l la g e, wel l kn own  throughthe  f i rm of t he  R e mingto ns,is 
on th e sout h  ban k of the Mohawk, t welve m ilesf rom  Utic a.  From h e re t he
famousRemington m achine s an d rif les are  s ent al l o ve r the worl d .

Farrin gtonmet metw o mi les  eastof U t i ca an d es co rte d me back t o
 picturesque_masses of_rock lifting
their rugged sides_to a_height_of five_hundred_feet, the swift_waters of
the Mohawk_rushing along between them._The homes perched_all_along on
the steep hills suggested Swiss scenes and Alpine journeys, but the busy
hum and_characteristic_American push_soon_dissipated_these fancies. The
rapid fall of_the river here is of_great benefit_to the manufacturers
who are making good use of_their_excellent water-power in_the paper and
woollen mills.

Soon after my arrival, several citizens_came into the hotel to learn_the
particulars of my_journey,_but_before I had time_to register, Postmaster
Stafford made himself known_and introduced me to several of_his friends
and acquaintances, among them General Curtis_and Major Lintner. A
laughable story was_related which afforded considerable amusement_soon
after I_rode into town. It seems_that a credulous_old lady_from the
country had_been led to believe that a_cavalryman would ride_through the
place that night on the_horse_which General Washington_rode_during_the
Revolution. A_story suggested, no_doubt,_by the_subject_of my lecture.
She had come in_to_sell her firkin of butter and had_waited until long
after dark_for_the rider and his_ancient steed, while the objects_of her
misguided interest were resting in_Saint Johnsville_unconscious of_the
disappointment they were causing.

Let us hope that she never discovered her_mistake, for the old are often
sensitive_on such points. It_is better_at_times to suffer_keen
disappointment_than to_find we have been too credulous.

[Illustration: VIEW_IN THE_MOHAWK VALLEY.]


Twenty-first Day.

   _   __     _     _    ___    _     _  _      _12_Cornelia_Street_,
     __     ___    _     _        _  _    ___     UTICA, NEW YORK,
  _ _  _         _      _          _       _     _May Twenty-ninth_.

After_considerable trouble in finding_a_saddle blanket for _Paul_, to
take the place_of_the_saddle_cloth used until_we reached Little_Falls, I
started from_that romantic_town at nine_o'clock, halting_at Ilion for
dinner._This_village, well known through the firm of the Remingtons, is
on the south bank of the Mohawk, twelve miles_from Utica. From here the
famous Remington_machines and rifles are sent_all_over the world.

Farrington_met me two miles_east of Utica and escorted me back to