New York is a great city.

There are said to be as many as three thousand folk living there, and they say that they could send out four hundred fighting-men, though I can scarce bring myself to believe it.

Yet from all parts of the city one may see something of God's handiwork--the trees, the green of the grass, and the shine of the sun upon the bay and the rivers.

But here it is stone and wood, and wood and stone, look where you will.

In truth, you must be very hardy people to keep your health in such a place." "And to us it is you who seem so hardy, with your life in the forest and on the river," cried the young girl.