as really a fair-sized
salmon fly--turkey wing, orange body, and claret hackles, with the gold
tip of the Professor. The collar was of picked medium gut stained
black, many of the American anglers contending that this is the colour
least obtrusive to fish. The line was strong, but not large. The rod
was just as small as described, and certainly a masterpiece of work.

* * * * * *

On returning to New York, after my visit to Chicago, and delightful day
at Niagara Falls, it was not until I arrived at Albany that I saw
anything in the shape of scenery which could be compared to England;
and very sorry was I not to be able to go across the river and ramble
about the town, that seemed to be environed with pleasant meadows and
abundant foliage--the type of scenery one loves in the old country.

The run down the Hudson river, even in the railway train, was a
continued delight; for the scenery, where it is not magnificent, is
always picturesque. In the summer there is a service of steamers from
New York to Albany, up and down; but just as I was too soon for the
fishing, so was I too soon for the summer excursions. The knowledge
that the boats would begin to run in three or four days' time was no
consolation to me. Had it been otherwise I should have left the train
at Albany and taken the Hudson steamer. Still, I had 150 miles of ever
varying scenery, with the noble Hudson on my right hand nearly the
entire distance. You soon get accustomed to the great white buildings,
that at first remind one of a covered ship-building yard, but which you
soon discover are the ice-houses in which is stored the cooling
material for the cunning summer drinks which the American loves. By
and by mountain masses appear in the distance, and the broad meadow
land narrows, until you are confronted by bold headlands rising often
uprightly from the water.

Of course, the Catskill Mountains are the _piece de resistance_ of this
trip, and amongst the places where one would like to stop is Fishkill,
a few miles below Poughkeepsie, the points of beauty being the city of
Newburgh, over the water, and the widening of the river known as
Newburgh Bay. Then come the fine Highlands of the Hudson, with massive
granite precipices, and Storm King towering boldly 1,529 ft. above the
level. West Point succeeds; and there is more beautiful scenery at
Peekskill. After the State prison of Sing Sing we run past the Sleepy
Hol