Meanwhile let us turn our eyes southward, and from another point on the margin of the Cemetery, where a lovely shaded walk invites the strollers on warm afternoons, survey Camp Town at our feet, with "West Point and the adjacent hills. In this view we see the Old Landingplace, the road up to the plateau, the Laboratory building?, the Siege Battery, the Hotel, near the remains of old Fort Clinton, upon the highest ground on the plain, the blue dome of the Chapel, the turrets of the great

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Mess Hall, on the extreme right, the Cove, crossed by the Hudson lliver Railway, and the range of hills on the eastern side of the river.

Following this walk to the entrance gate, we traverse a delightful winding ix)ad along the river-bank, picturesque at every turn, to the parting of the ways. One of those leads to the Point, the other up Mount Independence, on whose summit repose the grey old ruins of Fort Putnam. "VYe had ascended that winding mountain road many times before, and listened to the echoes of the sweet bugle, or the deeper voices of the morning and evening gun at the Point. IS'ow we were invited by a shady path, and a desire for novelty, from the road between Forts "VVebb and Putnam, into the deep rocky gorge between Mount Independence and

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the more lofty Redoubt Hill, to the rear of the old fortress, where it wears the appearance of a ruined castle upon a mountain crag. The afternoon sun was falling full upon the mouldering ruin, and the chaotic mass of rocks beneath it; while the clear blue sky and white clouds presented the whole group, with accompanying evergreens, in the boldest relief. Making our way back, by another but more difficult path, along the foot of the steep acclivity, we soon stood upon the broken walls of Fort Putnam, 500 feet above the river, with a scene before us of unsurpassed interest and beauty, viewed in the soft light of the evening sun.