CHAPTER SEVENTEEN NEW YORK TO BUFFALO.
UP THE HILL It was Saturday, the 14th, at nine o'clock, when we left New York for Albany, following the route of the Endurance Contest.
The morning was bright and warm.

The roads were perfect for miles.
We passed Kings Bridge, Yonkers, Hastings, and Dobbs Ferry flying.
At Tarrytown we dropped the chain.

A link had parted.

Pushing the machine under the shade of a tree, a half-hour was spent in replacing the chain and riveting in a new link.

All the pins showed more or less wear, and a new chain should have been put on in New York, but none that would fit was to be had.
We dined at Peekskill, and had a machinist go over the chain, riveting the heads of the pins so none would come out again.
Nelson Hill, a mile and a half beyond Peekskill, proved all it was said to be,--and more.
In the course of the trip we had mounted hills that were worse, and hills that were steeper, but only in spots or for short distances; for a steady steep climb Nelson Hill surpassed anything we found in the entire trip.