Panting and fatigued he threw himself, late in the
afternoon, on a green knoll, covered with mountain
herbage, that crowned the brow of a precipice. From an
opening between the trees he could overlook all the lower
country for many a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a
distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on
its silent but majestic course, with the reflection of a
purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark here and there
sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in
the blue highlands.
On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain
glen, wild, lonely and shagged, the bottom filled with
fragments from the impending cliffs and scarcely lighted
by the reflected rays of the setting sun.