1,650. (Train 51 passes 10:54a; No. 3, 11:19a;
No. 41, 3:32p; No. 25, 5:08p; No. 19, 8:10p. Eastbound: No. 6 passes
6:49a; No. 26, 7:09a; No. 16, 1:07p; No. 22, 2:44p.)

From Greendale a very fine view is obtained of the noble scenery of the
Catskill Mountains. The village of Catskill (Pop. 4,461) across the
river, was at one time the only point of entrance for visitors to the
mountains--now reached chiefly by railway from Kingston. Catskill
Station, however, is still a point of departure for this favorite summer
resort. In clear weather it is possible to get a glimpse of the deep
gorge of the Kaaterskill Cove (about one mile west of Catskill village)
where Rip Winkle strayed into the mountains, discovered Hendrick Hudson
playing at skittles, and, bewitched by the wine supplied by the ghostly
sportsmen, slept for 20 years. On the high crest back of the station
(about 10 M. from the river) the Mountain House (Alt. 2,225 ft.) and
Kaaterskill House, famous old hotels, can be seen in clear weather.

The Catskill Mts.,* a group possessing much charm and beauty, run
parallel with the Hudson for about 15 miles, at a distance of
from 5 to 9 miles from the shore line, on the west bank; they
cover an area of about 500 Sq. M. On the side visible from the
train they rise steeply to a height of 2,000 to 3,000 feet though
on the other sides the slopes are gradual. The highest summits
are those of Slide Mt. (4,205 ft.) and Hunter Mt. (4,025 ft.).
The summits of several of these mountains are reached by inclined
railways that afford splendid views. A number of deep ravines
known as "cloves," a word derived from the Dutch, have been cut
into the mountains by streams. The name Catskill, formerly
Kaatskill, is a word of Dutch origin, referring, it is said, to
the catamounts, or wild cats, formerly found here. The Indians
called the mountains "Onti Ora" or Mts. of the Sky. Washington
Irving in his introduction to the story of _Rip Van Winkle_ says,
"Whoever has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the
Kaatskill Mts. They are a dismembered branch of the great
Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river,
swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the
surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of
weather, indeed every hour of the day, produces some change in
the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and