Excerpt from Copyright, 1921 Seoul are girdled with parti colored peaks. But metropolitan centers like London and Paris and Berlin and Chicago do not offer cliff -climbs and caves whence one can get home to lunch, or camp-life and canoe beaches under big-wood slopes - just across the ferry. New York has provision close at hand for high-heels and hob-nails and the happy hard ships of the Scout - stately panorama or book-beneath-the-bough - adventure, discovery, or the mere wandering of desire - for all kinds of its many ...
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Excerpt from Copyright, 1921 Seoul are girdled with parti colored peaks. But metropolitan centers like London and Paris and Berlin and Chicago do not offer cliff -climbs and caves whence one can get home to lunch, or camp-life and canoe beaches under big-wood slopes - just across the ferry. New York has provision close at hand for high-heels and hob-nails and the happy hard ships of the Scout - stately panorama or book-beneath-the-bough - adventure, discovery, or the mere wandering of desire - for all kinds of its many peoples - in Their Own Wild Park. All but the northern tip of it is in New Jersey. But it is New York that needs and uses it and pays its proper proportion of the cost. More than twelve miles long, three hundred to five hundred feet to its summits, an eighth of a mile from cliff -top to river-edge, it reaches back, in places, along waterfalls and brooks, into deep woods. In all its forest cover few finer trees are found than those that cling to the stiff slope between precipice and beach. Woods and bush are missing only where gigantic boulders pile as steep as rock will lie, or loose small stone slips in screes. All the way, save for an upper detour now and then, a broad path follows close to the water, while along the middle part a drive-way winds beneath the Great Wall. Playgrounds and pavilions, bathing beaches and camp grounds, canoe coves and motor boat basins, and facilities for picnics and cooking fires are everywhere thought out. The lovers of crowds seek packed beaches and shelters to dance in and green tables under the trees to spread out food. The lover of solitude finds it by the half mile in between the ferries on the bluffs, or up the slope, or in the northward parts. Sons discover fathers to be comrades in adventure, and mother-oi - the-hot-kitchen sits at ease while children cook. And other lovers there are. The mountain wildness and grandeur of the Palisades will not be apprehended by those who only see them from a train window a mile away on the opposite shore or from the deck of a river steamer that follows the eastern bank. To them the top appears monotonously level, the wandering fluted front no more than flat wall, and the tree - screen formless as spinach. Actually, along this narrow strip, where most of the mileage is on edge, there is surprising variety - with time and a map to seek it. Spring and its decorative dogwoods, autumn and its flaming maples, are little more alluring than the cool months when the dropped leaf-curtain reveals all vistas and keen air drives leg pistons uphill with none of the wet penalty of August; when the reclining rock giant is quicker to hunt out, the new ascent easier to espy, and hot food and drink are never so comforting. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at ... This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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