The wind came from among- the mountaius in fitful gusts, thick mists were sweeping around the peaks and through the gorges, and there were frequent dashes of rain, sometimes falling like showers of gold, in the sunlight that gleamed through the hroken clouds, on the morning when we left Adirondack village. "We had hired a strong waggon, with three spring seats, and a team of experienced horses, to convey us from the lieart of the wilderness to the Scarron valley, thirty miles distant, and after breakfast we left the kind family of Mr. Hunter, accompanied by Sabattis and Preston, who rode with us most of the way for ten miles, in

ADIRONDACK, OR INDIAN PASS.

the direction of their homes. Our driver was the owner of the team -- a careful, intelligent, good-natured man, who lived near Tahawus, at the foot of Sand ford Lake. But in all our experience in travelling, we never endured such a journey. The highway, for at least twenty-four of the thirty miles, is what is technically called corduroy -- a sort of corrugated stripe of logs ten feet wide, laid through the woods, and dignified with the title of " The State road." It gives to a waggon the jolting motion of the " dyspeptic chair," and in that way we were " exercised " all day long, except Avhen dining at the Tahawus House, on some wild pigeons

THE HUDSON.

shot by Sabattis on the way. That inn was upon the road, near the site of Tahawus village, at the foot of «Sandford Lake, and was a half-way house between Long Lake and Eoot's Inn in the Scarron valley, toward which we were travelling. There we parted with our excellent guides, after giving them a sincere assurance that we should recommend all tourists and hunters, who may visit the head waters of the Hudson, to procure their services, if possible.