PREFAC

To me, a whilom wanderer and sketcher along and about the banks and shores and hills, and a drifter over the wide waters of the Hudson River, there was always a something in the very air and nature of the places that seemed to film over the landscape with a hazy atmosphere of

romance..

The distant lines of the Kaatskill Mountains seemed as rhythmic as a hymn to the Eternal.

In those days it was not any ordinary mountain range in our eyes-there were many higher and more pretentious-but these blue hills were to us the home of the elves, and the fays, and even the goblins. I well remember the stress I went to to

PREFAC

To me, a whilom wanderer and sketcher along and about the banks and shores and hills, and a drifter over the wide waters of the Hudson River, there was always a something in the very air and nature of the places that seemed to film over the landscape with a hazy atmosphere of

romance..

The distant lines of the Kaatskill Mountains seemed as rhythmic as a hymn to the Eternal.

In those days it was not any ordinary mountain range in our eyes—there were many higher and more pretentious—but these blue hills were to us the home of the elves, and the fays, and even the goblins. I well remember the stress I went to to