down to the water's edge, and hills, clothed to the top with verdure,
rolling away like gigantic waves into the distance. Behind the house
was a garden and orchard of, perhaps, two acres, terminating in a
small evergreen wood of hemlocks and savins, interspersed with a few
noble oaks. Mr. Armstrong had laid out several winding paths through
this little wood, and placed here and there a rustic seat; and the
taste of his daughter had embellished it with a few flowers. Here
Faith had taught the moss pink to throw its millions of starry
blossoms in early spring over the moist ground, after the modest
trailing arbutus, from its retreat beneath the hemlocks, had exhausted
its sweet breath; here, later in the season, the wild columbine
wondered at the neighborhood of the damask rose; here, in the warm
days of summer, or in the delicious moonlight evenings, she loved to
wander, either alone or with her father, in its cool paths.

Still more beautiful than the prospect from the front door, were the
views from this charming spot. Rising to a considerable elevation
above the river to which it descended with a rapid slope, it commanded
not only the former view to the south, though more extended, but also
one to the northwest. Beneath, at a depression of eighty feet, lay the
lake-like river with its green islets dotting the surface, while, at
a short distance, the Fall of the Yaupáae precipitated itself over a
rocky declivity, mingling, in the genial season of the year, a noble
bass with the songs of birds and the sighing of the wind, and adding
to and deepening in the rougher months, the roar of the tempest. A
small stream diverted from the river, turned the wheel of a moss-grown
grist-mill, which was nestled under large willows at the foot of
the rocks, and conveyed the idea of the presence of man, without
detracting from the wild beauty of the scenery.