Sunday, May 13,
1888

We wake up near Albany. This is a big city. The Hudson river which runs along carries many boats. We crossed over a bridge. The landscape is beautiful; and it is not inferior to the best in Europe. We are going along the banks of the Hudson. They are very beautiful, although a little more solitary than those of the Pasig. There were ships: boats, trees, hills; and the major part is cultivated.
The Hudson river is wide. Beautiful ships. Sliced granite rocks were paved along the railroads. Some points widely extended. There were beautiful houses between trees. Day fine.

Our grand transcontinental trip ended on Sunday, May 13. at 11:10 A.M.
We passed through various arches in tunnels: - The Art Age, 75 W. 23 Street.