At Sandy Hill the Hudson makes a magnificent sweep, in a curve, when changing its course from an easterly to a southerly direction ; and a little below that village it is broken into wild cascades, which have been named Baker's Palls. Sandy Hill, like the borough of Glen's Falls, stands upon a high plain, and is a very beautiful village, of about thirteen hundred inhabitants. In its centre is a shaded green, which tradition points to as the spot where a tragedy was enacted more than a century ago, some incidents of which remind us of the romantic but truthful story of Captain Smith and Pocahontas, in Virginia. The time of the tragedy was during the old Prench war, and the chief actor was a young Albanian, son of Sybrant Quackenboss, one of the sturdy Dutch burghers of that old city. The young man was betrothed to a maiden of the same city ; the marriage day was fixed, and preparations for the nuptials were nearly completed, when he Avas impressed into the military service as a waggoner, and required to convey a load of provisions from Albany to Port ^Yilliam Henry, at the head of Lake George. He had passed Port Edward with an escort of sixteen men, under Lieutenant McGinnis, of New Hampshire, and was making his way through the gloomy forest at the bend of the Hudson, when they were attacked, overpowered, and disarmed by a party of Prench Indians, under the famous parti/an Marin. The prisoners were taken to the trunk of a fallen tree, and seated upon it in a row. The captors then started toward Port Edward, leaving the helpless captives strongly bound with green withes, in charge of two or three stalwart warriors, and their squaws, or wives. In the course of an hour the party returned.