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  AMERICAN 
  HOMES 
  AND 
  GARDENS 
  

  

  July, 
  [907 
  

  

  July, 
  1907 
  

  

  AMERICAN 
  HOMES 
  AND 
  GARDENS 
  

  

  The 
  Living-i 
  

  

  of 
  the 
  white 
  man's 
  rifle 
  awoke 
  them 
  from 
  their 
  dreams 
  of 
  savage 
  bliss. 
  

   Every 
  foot 
  of 
  ground 
  in 
  this 
  valley 
  is 
  rich 
  with 
  the 
  associations 
  of 
  the 
  

   past, 
  for 
  here 
  is 
  to 
  be 
  found 
  hard 
  beaten 
  old 
  Indian 
  paths, 
  afterward 
  

   utilized 
  as 
  wood 
  roads, 
  crossing 
  and 
  recrossing 
  in 
  every 
  direction. 
  

   The 
  rocks 
  on 
  either 
  side 
  of 
  the 
  stream 
  stand 
  forth 
  with 
  the 
  same 
  brown 
  

   rugged 
  mystery 
  as 
  when 
  they 
  flung 
  back 
  the 
  echo 
  of 
  the 
  Moonhaw 
  

   war 
  whoop. 
  

  

  For 
  a 
  full 
  century 
  after 
  the 
  title 
  passed 
  from 
  the 
  red 
  men, 
  the 
  soli- 
  

   tude 
  of 
  this 
  grand 
  primeval 
  forest 
  remained 
  undisturbed 
  until 
  in 
  the 
  

   year 
  1849 
  its 
  beautiful 
  growth 
  of 
  hemlock 
  attracted 
  the 
  eye 
  of 
  the 
  

   lumberman. 
  Mills 
  were 
  built 
  and 
  the 
  valley 
  resounded 
  with 
  the 
  axe 
  

   and 
  the 
  saw 
  as 
  the 
  work 
  of 
  destruction 
  went 
  on. 
  In 
  a 
  few 
  years 
  

   the 
  lumberman 
  had 
  completed 
  his 
  work 
  and 
  had 
  robbed 
  these 
  pic- 
  

   turesque 
  hills 
  and 
  valleys 
  of 
  their 
  finest 
  features. 
  

  

  This 
  tract 
  of 
  land 
  adjoins 
  the 
  magnificent 
  eighty-thousand 
  acre 
  State 
  

   Forest 
  Preserve, 
  which 
  stretches 
  away 
  to 
  the 
  north 
  and 
  west, 
  embrac- 
  

   ing 
  within 
  its 
  great 
  area 
  the 
  grandest 
  combination 
  of 
  mountain, 
  forest, 
  

  

  stream 
  and 
  valley 
  in 
  New 
  York, 
  and 
  which 
  is 
  to 
  be 
  kept 
  in 
  perpetuity 
  

   by 
  the 
  State 
  for 
  the 
  use 
  of 
  its 
  sovereign 
  people. 
  

  

  Wittenberg 
  Park's 
  crowning 
  jewels 
  are 
  its 
  streams 
  of 
  pure, 
  clear, 
  cold 
  

   waters, 
  of 
  which 
  there 
  are 
  more 
  than 
  two 
  miles 
  within 
  its 
  limits. 
  They 
  

   are 
  alive 
  with 
  the 
  finest 
  specimens 
  of 
  the 
  gamey 
  Salvelinus 
  fontinalis, 
  the 
  

   genuine 
  speckled 
  brook 
  trout 
  of 
  the 
  Catskills. 
  These 
  streams 
  spring 
  

   into 
  life 
  far 
  away 
  amid 
  the 
  rugged 
  beauties 
  and 
  tangled 
  foliage 
  of 
  the 
  

   Wittenberg 
  and 
  Cornell 
  mountains, 
  where 
  here, 
  there 
  and 
  everywhere, 
  

   under 
  high 
  moss-covered 
  rocks, 
  which 
  are 
  piled 
  on 
  each 
  other 
  in 
  chaos, 
  

   are 
  marvelous 
  veins 
  of 
  water 
  which 
  trickle 
  down, 
  forming 
  beautiful 
  

   mountain 
  streams 
  which 
  flow 
  through 
  one 
  of 
  the 
  most 
  charming 
  glens 
  

   in 
  the 
  world. 
  For 
  over 
  a 
  mile, 
  as 
  it 
  winds 
  and 
  turns 
  over 
  in 
  its 
  rough, 
  

   rocky 
  bed, 
  it 
  is 
  a 
  succession 
  of 
  impressive 
  pictures, 
  with 
  cascades 
  and 
  

   waterfalls 
  innumerable, 
  no 
  two 
  alike, 
  and 
  all 
  beautiful 
  and 
  picturesque. 
  

  

  In 
  its 
  darkest 
  recesses 
  where 
  Mount 
  Cornell 
  and 
  the 
  Wittenberg 
  

   cast 
  their 
  deepest 
  shadows, 
  the 
  scene 
  is 
  singularly 
  wild, 
  strange 
  and 
  deso- 
  

   late. 
  It 
  is 
  only 
  a 
  few 
  miles 
  from 
  civilization, 
  yet 
  with 
  the 
  exception 
  of 
  

  

  The 
  Wedding 
  of 
  the 
  Wi 
  

  

  The 
  Drive 
  and 
  Wittenberg 
  M- 
  

  

  