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         ARKVILLE is the next station, four miles further 
          down the valley and 1,372 feet above tide, the lowest point reached 
          by the rails in Delaware County. It is an important station because 
          of the several tributary regions converging here. Margaretville, one 
          and one-half miles distant on the left is a charming little hamlet at 
          the base of Mount Pakatakan,  one mile below the 
          confluence of Dry Brook and the East Branch and partly covering the 
          ancient site of the Tuscarora Indian headquarters. The rural setting 
          is marvelously attractive, and many artists of note have built summer 
          studios here and in the environment of Arkville. There are churches, 
          stores, water-works, a weekly newspaper, a fair-ground and race-track, 
          and several hotels. Stages connect with leading trains at Arkville for 
          Andes, twelve miles, Shavertown fifteen, and Downsville twenty-six miles 
          away. Furlough Lake, the mountain home  of George J. Gould, is only seven 
          miles distant. This entire region has long been a famous trouting section. 
          Dry Brook is a favorite stream with fishermen, having ample water to 
          shield the wary game. Near Arkville is an artificial cave with strange 
          hieroglyphics rudely carved upon its inner walls, which attracts many 
          visitors. 
        On leaving this station the train curves sharply toward 
          the right at an obtuse angle, abandoning its southwesterly course, upon 
          which it lately entered, and pursuing nearly the opposite direction 
          for several miles, Arkville being in the vertex of the angle. You are 
          now entering a charming glade known as the valley of the East Branch; 
          a fine dairy section, with succulent grasses, milk cows, milk, milk 
          cans and milk stations in full supply. The little stream loiters lazily 
          and winds in and out with wondrous beauty through the level vale, evidently 
          on grace and pleasure bent, for there seems no other reason for avoiding 
          a straight course, unless it was to increase the charms of the landscape 
          and annoy the sturdy farmers who till the marginal meadows. To some, 
          the water may seem to run the wrong way; but it don't. 
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