Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 4, April 1842 — John Shaqi
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 4, April 1842Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 4, April 1842
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
We were nearly all day in the boat, and it rained incessantly. It was
very tantalizing on this, my first voyage up the Hudson, to obtain only
an occasional glimpse of its beautiful shores through the small cabin
windows, which windows were always monopolized by nurse-maids, seated on
the transom with their babies; the babies taking no interest in the
scenery, and their nurses still less.
When we came into the highlands, the storm had increased, and my first
view of them was caught by ever-interrupted glances through a few inches
of window-pane, and by peeping over the head of a girl whose eyes were
all the time wandering among the people in the interior of the cabin.
These sublime mountains loomed green and dimly through the rain-mist
that veiled their rocky sides, and their towering heads were lost in the
volumes of fantastic clouds that rolled around them. But it proved what
is called the clearing up shower; and just as we were rounding that low
projection of bare rock that runs far out into the river, and forms the
extreme point of West Point, the clouds began to part in the zenith, and
the blue sky appeared between them, and the sun suddenly broke out
lighting up the western sides of the hills and pouring his full
effulgence on the river. We landed just as the evening parade was about
to commence, and I saw it from the front windows of an apartment that
commanded a full view. It was a beautiful scene; on this spacious and
level plain, elevated about a hundred and sixty feet above the river,
which bounds it on the north and east, while on the south and west it is
hemmed in by the mountains that rise directly from it. The numerous
windows of the barracks were sparkling and burnishing in the setting sun
that was beaming out below the retiring clouds, throwing a rosy tint on
the white tents of the camp, and glittering on the bayonets of the long
line of cadets drawn up for the exercise that, at a military post always
concludes the day. The band was playing delightfully, and the effect of
the whole was very striking at the moment when the drums rolled, the
evening gun went off, the flag came down, and the officers all drew
their swords and advanced to the front.
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