Home / Lossing, Benson John. The Hudson, from the Wilderness to the Sea. New York: Virtue & Yorston, 1866. Internet Archive identifier: hudsonfromwilder00lossi. Illustrated travel-history of the Hudson River valley by the writer and artist Benson J. Lossing, whose chapter on Teller's / Croton Point is a primary source for Senasqua place-name etymology, Sarah Teller's 1682 purchase, and the Underhill vineyard. / Passage

The Hudson, from the Wilderness to the Sea

Lossing, Benson John. The Hudson, from the Wilderness to the Sea. New York: Virtue & Yorston, 1866. Internet Archive identifier: hudsonfromwilder00lossi. Illustrated travel-history of the Hudson River valley by the writer and artist Benson J. Lossing, whose chapter on Teller's / Croton Point is a primary source for Senasqua place-name etymology, Sarah Teller's 1682 purchase, and the Underhill vineyard. 292 words

The number of hands then employed was about 500. Sometimes 700 men were at work there. The establishment is conducted by Bobert P. Parrott, Esq., formerly a captain of Ordnance in tlie United States Army, and the inventor of the celebrated " Pan-ott gun," so extensively used, as among the best of the heavy ordnance, during the late Civil War-. These, with appropriate projectiles, were manufactured in great numbers at the West Point Foundiy, during the war, from 1861 to 1865.

THE HUDSON.

has since been numbered with, the dead. Broad Morris Avenue leads to a spacious iron gate, which opens into the grounds around "Undercliff." From this, through an avenue of stately trees, the house is approached. It is a substantial edifice of Doric simplicity in style, perfectly embowered when the trees are in full leaf, yet commanding, through vistas, some charming views of the river and the neighbouring mountains. Northward, and near it, rises Mount Taurus,, with its impending clift' that suggested the name of the poet's country seat. It is the old "Bull Hill" which, in Irving's exquisite story of " Dolph Heyliger," "bellowed back the

storm " whose thunders had " crashed on the Donder Berg, and rolled up the long defile of the Highlands, each headland making a new echo."

A late writer has justly said of " Undercliff " -- " It is a lovely spot -- beautiful in itself, beautiful in its surroundings, and inexpressibly beautiful in the home affections which hallow it, and the graceful and genial hospitality which, without pretence or ostentation, receives the guest, and with heart in the grasp of the hand, and truth in the sparkle of the eye, makes him feel that he is welcome." Over that household, a