ILLUSTRATED BY ALFRED FREDERICKS
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
By WALLACE BRUCE.
The Riverside Press, Cambridge:
Electrotyped and Printed by H O. Houghton & Co.
THE MEMORY OF
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
The illustrations are all from original pen-and-ink sketches by Alfred Fredericks.
Morning View. Storm King near Cornwall-on-the-Hudson
"Pierce the dark shield of fleeing Night"
Near Poughkeepsie, looking South
"Adown the river sloops and ships
Float slowly with the lazy tide."
Hendrick Hudson's "Half Moon" off Blue Point
The "Man in the Mountain"
"Where Ontiora lies enchained
With face uplifted to the sky."
Rip Van Winkle. "The sign of another 'George'"
Hendrick Hudson and his Crew of the Half Moon among the Catskills
Wall Face Mountain, Indian Pass, the Source of the Hudson
Camp in the Adirondacks
"And Rosalind with Annie's name
Interpreted the dreams to me."
Break Neck Mountain opposite Old Cro'-Nest and Storm King
From West Point looking North—Kosciusko's Garden Vignette
"On either side these mountain glens
Lie open like a massive book."
The Old Dutch Church, Sleepy Hollow, Tarrytown
Oloffe Van Kortlandt's Dream
Gray streaks of dawn are faintly seen;
The earth and sky breathe sacred rest,
The circling hills, with foreheads fair,
Ye trembling shafts of glorious light,
Adown the river sloops and ships
The vision widens as the morn
I. The Catskills.
The Catskills to the northward rise,
Where Manitou once lived and reigned,
The dream-land, too, of later days,
Ay, burning years! a nation's forge!
Through summer heat and winter snow,
Mayhap in many a wintry squall,
Or else that flagon's wondrous draught,
O legends full of life and health,
And musing here this quiet morn,
Of forest, trail, and lake, and stream,
Rich poems bound in green and gold,
Of camp-fires bright with dancing flame,
Lake Avalanche, with rocky wall,
Tahawas, rising stern and grand,
O Hudson, mountain-born and free,
And not alone thy features fair,
On either side these mountain glens
And sweet to me this other thought,
O Tappan Zee, with peaceful hills,
The twilight falls, the picture fades;
Below the cliffs Manhattan's spires
Hark! Freedom's arms ring far and wide;
Deep silence 'mid these glorious hills;
Nay! true as life, and deep as love,