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Indian Legends of Saratoga and of the Upper Hudson Valley. E-book. Formato PDF Nathaniel Bartlett Sylvester - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
To these old hunting-grounds which bordered the Hudson and Mohawk Rivers, as soon as the Shad-berry blossoms whitened the banks of the streams in the early spring-time, the hunting-bands of the Five Nations hastened to catch the fish which annually ascended those rivers in vast. Numbers.
Saratoga and Kay-Ad-Ros-Se-Ra: An Historical Address. E-book. Formato PDF Nathaniel Bartlett Sylvester - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
We meet to-day, on this anniversary of our nation's birth, under no ordinary circumstances. Last evening's sun, as it slowly sank in glory behind the western hills, marked the closing hours of the first century of our nation's life. Since the fathers of our republic met in Independence Hall, and, proclaiming liberty to all the land, made this day of the year forever memorable in the annals of the world, a hundred years have passed away. And now that we have reached one of Time's moun tain-peaks, it is well for us to pause for a few brief mo ments upon its summit, and look back over the weary way which we have been traveling, into the Past, before we press forward again with eager steps into the vale of the shadowy Future which lies forever so invitingly before us.
The Historic Muse of Mount Macgregor, One of the Adirondacks, Near Saratoga. E-book. Formato PDF Nathaniel Bartlett Sylvester - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
The great Appalachian mountain system, divided into numberless ranges, extends along from fifty to one hundred and fifty miles inland parallel with the Atlantic coast line from the Gulf of St. Lawrence on the north to the Gulf of Mexico on the south. Between the city of Troy and the Atlantic seaboard the mighty-chasm Of the Lower Hudson breaks through this great Appalachian mountain system and rends its towering masses in twain from top to bottom. Up through this chasm the ocean's tide ebbs and ?ows through the river's channel, here, as it were, an arm of the Sea, for the distance of one hundred and fifty miles until its waves almost wash the foothills Of the Adirondacks.