sides of the fall, and shelves over the bottom for fifty feet ; so that when I've been sitting at the foot of the first pitch, and my hounds have run

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into the caverns behind the sheet of water, they've looked no bigger than so many rabbits. To my judgment, lad, it's the best piece of work I've met with in the woods ; and none know how often the hand of God is seen in the wilderness, but them that rove it for a man's life." " Does the water run into the Delaware ? " asked Edwards.

THE HUDSON.

" No, no, it's a drop for the old Hudson : and a merry time it has until it gets down off the mountain."

And if the visitor would enjoy one of the wildest and most romantic rambles in the world, let him follow that little stream on its way "off the mountains," down' the deep, dark, mysterious gorge, until it joins the Katers-Kill proper, that rushes through the "Clove" froni the neighbourhood of Hunter, among the hills above, and thence onward to the plain.

It was just after a storm when we last visited these falls. The traces of "delicate-footed May" were upon every shrub and tree. Tiny leaves were just unfolding all over the mountains, and the snowy dogwood blossoms were bursting into beauty on every hand. Yot mementoes of winter were at the falls. In the cavern at the back of them, heaps of ice lay piled, and a chilling mist came sweeping up the gorge, at quick iutervals, filling the whole amphitheatre with shadowy splendour when sunlight fell upon, it from between the dissolving clouds. "While .'sketching the cascades, memory recux-red to other visits we had made there in midsummer, when tlic wealth of foliage lay upon tree and shrub ; and also to a description given us by a lady, of her visit to the falls in winter, Avith Colo, the artist, when the frost had crystallised the spray into gorgeous fret-work all over the rocks, and made a spcndid cylinder of milk-white ice from the base to the crown of the upper cascade.