Nor, at first, did that mean the adventurous journey into the lands that were beyond the great Appalachian range.

The shining countenance of the unknown was nearer at hand.

It is just a matter of turning the clock back a hundred years.
From the windows of the apartment houses looking down on the Riverside Drive the Delaware River is just beyond the Jersey hills.

To journey there today does not even call for the study of time-tables.

Mr.
Manhattan rises at the usual hour and eats his usual leisurely breakfast.