High Tor

High tour, a mountain overlooking the Hudson River and the town of Havastro. Nearby is another mountain, or rather its remains. For bulldozers and steam shovels have been digging it away, pulling out the valuable trap rock which was its heart.

But high tour on this soft summer evening is still untouched, magnificent, serene. And on its eastern slope, sit a boy and a girl, watching the twilight gather across the waters of the Great River. Glad you came.

Of course, darling. Beautiful. Beautiful. It's tremendous. Look, Julie, it's a quarter of a mile straight down to the Tappan Sea. You can see 15 miles of river north and south. I grew up looking at it.

And you want to go on looking at it for the rest of your life? That's right. That's right. Old Henry Carson came up that river just about 300 years ago and lost a ship right below us.

They say the crew timed up on this tour to keep a lookout for the fleet that never came back. And they say on dark nights before a storm you can see them. Have you seen them, babe?

Oh, maybe. Can't be sure. Pretty wild around here when it storms. Pretty wild around here when you talk. Well, fetch out the supper and I'll shut up. What'd you bring me? sandwiches and it's dinner. That's what I said.

Fetch out the dinner. We want quarre tonight where we then we always call no duty no fights tonight. I'm saying look. Down there you see where I'm pointing. Well. Oh it's a man. An old man. Who is he? That's Indian John last of his tribe.

He found his burying spot last week. Burying spot. Yeah, that place, how dig is great. You're joking. No, no, we got an understanding. When he feels it coming over him that it's his death, they'll let me know.