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me, crowned with forests, with eagles sailing and
screaming around them; or listened to the unseen stream dashing down
precipices; or beheld rock, and tree, and cloud, and sky reflected in the
glassy stream of the river....
"But of all the scenery of the Hudson, the Kaatskill Mountains had the
most witching effect on my boyish imagination. Never shall I forget the
effect upon me of the first view of them predominating over a wide
extent of country, part wild, woody, and rugged; part softened away
into all the graces of cultivation. As we slowly floated along, I lay on
the deck and watched them through a long summer's day, undergoing a
thousand mutations under the magical effects of atmosphere;
sometimes seeming to approach, at other times to recede; now almost
melting into hazy distance, now burnished by the hazy sun, until, in the
evening, they printed themselves against the glowing sky in the deep
purple of an Italian landscape."

CHAPTER III
A TRIP TO MONTREAL
Soon after returning from this trip, Irving became a clerk in the law
office of a Mr. Hoffman. There was a warm friendship between him
and Mr. Hoffman's family. Mrs. Hoffman was his lifelong friend and,
as he afterwards said, like a sister to him; and he finally fell in love
with Matilda, one of Mr. Hoffman's daughters, and was engaged to be
married to her. Her sad death at the age of seventeen was perhaps the
greatest unhappiness of his life. He never married, but held her memory
sacred as long as he lived.
In 1803 he was invited by Mr. Hoffman to go with him to Montreal and
Quebec. Irving kept a journal during this expedition, and it shows what
a rough time travelers had in those days.
Part of the way they sailed in a scow on Black River. They were

partially sheltered from the rain by sheets stretched over hoops. At
night they went ashore and slept in a log cabin.
One morning after a rainy night they awoke to find the sky clear and
the sun shining brightly. Setting out again in their boat, they were soon
surprised by meeting three canoes in pursuit of a deer.
"The deer made for our shore," says Irving in his journal. "We pushed
ashore immediately, and as it passed, Mr. Ogden fired and wounded it.
It had been wounded before. I threw off my coat and prepared to swim
after it. As it came near, a man rushed through the bushes, sprang into
the water, and made a grasp at the animal. He missed his aim, and I
jumped after, fell on his back, and sunk him under water. At the same
time I caught the deer by one ear, and Mr. Ogden seized it by a leg. The
submerged gentleman, who had risen above the water, got hold of
another. We drew it ashore, when the man immediately dispatched it
with a knife. We claimed a haunch for our share, permitting him to
keep all the rest."
Irving had one or two experiences with the Indians which were not
altogether pleasant at the time, but which afterward appeared very
amusing.
On one occasion he went with another young man to a small island in a
river, where he hoped to be able to hire a boat to take the party to a
place some distance farther down the stream. They found there a
wigwam in which were a number of Indians, both men and women; but
the Indian they were looking for was away selling furs.
He soon came in, with his squaw, who was rather a pretty woman. Both
he and she had been drinking. While the other young man was trying to
explain their business, the Indian woman sat down beside Irving, and in
her half drunken way began to pay him great attention.
The husband, a tall, strapping Hercules of an Indian, sat scowling at
them with his blanket drawn up to his chin, and his face between his
hands, while his elbows rested on his knees.

But soon the Indian could no longer endure the flirtation his wife was
carrying on with Irving. He rushed upon him, calling him a "cursed
Yankee," and gave him a blow which stretched him on the floor.
While Irving was picking himself up and getting out of the way, his
friend went to the Indian and tried to quiet him. By this time the
feelings of the drunken redman had quite changed. He fell on the young
man's neck, exchanged names with him after the Indian fashion, and
declared that they would be sworn friends and brothers as long as they
lived.
Irving hastened to get into his boat, and he and his companion made off
as quickly as possible, having no