Along its heights the beacons gleamed,
    It formed the nation’s battle-line,
  Firm as the rocks and cliffs where dreamed
    The soldier-seers of Palestine.

It was also believed by the Indians that, in ancient days, “before the Hudson poured its waters from the lakes, the Highlands formed one vast prison, within whose rocky bosom the omnipotent Manitou confined the rebellious spirits who repined at his control.  Here, bound in adamantine chains, or jammed in rifted pines, or crushed by ponderous rocks, they groaned for many an age.  At length the conquering Hudson, in its career toward the ocean, burst open their prison-house, rolling its tide triumphantly through the stupendous ruins.”

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The Highlands are here moulded in all manner of heights and hollows; sometimes reaching up abruptly to twelve or fifteen hundred feet, and again stretching away in long gorges and gentle declivities.

    Susan Warner.

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=Pollopel’s Island=, east of the steamer’s route, was once regarded as a haunted spot, but its only witches are said to be snakes too lively to be enchanted.  In old times, the “new hands” on the sloops were unceremoniously dipped at this place, so as to be proof-christened against the goblins of the Highlands.  Here also another useless “impediment” was put across the Hudson in 1779, a chevaux-de-frise with iron-pointed spikes thirty feet long, hidden under water, strongly secured by cribs of stone.  This, however, was not broken and would probably have done effective work if some traitor to the cause had not guided the British captains through an unprotected passage.  The State at one time contemplated the purchase of this island on which to erect a statue to Hendrick Hudson.  For some reason Governor Flower vetoed the bill.  It is now owned by Mr. Francis Bannerman, an energetic business man, who perhaps some day may see his way to promote a monument to Hudson on the splendid pedestal which nature has already completed.

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  What sights and sounds at which the world has wondered
    Within these wild ravines have had their birth! 
  Young Freedom’s cannon from these glens have thundered
    And sent their startling echoes o’er the earth.

  Charles Fenno Hoffman.

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=Cornwall-on-the-Hudson.=—­This locality N. P. Willis selected as the most picturesque point on the Hudson.  The village lies in a lovely valley, which Mr. Beach has styled in his able description, as “an offshoot of the Ramapo, up which the storm-winds of the ocean drive, laden with the purest and freshest air.”