He would certainly live here, when the wars were over, and he could settle down to his career.
Then he turned his eyes to the inner bay, where he saw the usual amount of shipping, sloops, schooners, brigs and every other kind of vessel known to the times.

Behind them rose the high wooded shores of Staten Island, and through the channel between it and Long Island Robert saw other ships coming in.

Truly, it was a noble bay, apparently made for the creation of a great port, and already busy man was putting it to its appointed use.

Then he looked up the Hudson at the lofty Palisades, the precipitous shores facing them, and his eyes came back to the stream.

Several vessels under full sail were steering for the mouth of the Hudson, but he looked longest at a schooner, painted a dark color, and very trim in her lines.