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smoking and spitting gentlemen. We floated
proudly and softly on the broad, magnificent
Hudson. It was a pity that the day was rainy,
because the voyage, excepting for this, was one of
the most beautiful which any one can imagine,
especially when, after a few hours’ time, we
reached what are called the Highlands. The
shores with their bold, wood-covered heights
reminded me continually of the shores of the Dala
and Ångerman rivers, in fact, seemed to me to
belong to the same natural conformation, excepting
that it was broader and on a larger scale; and the
dark clouds which hung like heavy draperies over
the river between the hills were in perfect harmony
with the gloomily beautiful passes through
which we swung, and which presented at every
turn new and more magnificent pictures. The river
was full of life. Three-decked steamers, gleaming,
like our own, with gold and white, passed up and
down the river. Other steam-boats were pulling
along with them flotillas of from twenty to thirty
boats, laden with goods from the country for New
York, or vice versa, while hundreds of smaller
and larger craft were seen skimming along past
the precipitous shores like white doves with red,
fluttering neck-ribbons. On the shores glistened
white country-houses and small farms. I observed
a great variety in the style of building: many of
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