The home of Cooper and the haunts of Leatherstocking . a natural terrace oftlie bank. Away west stretched the calm plane of theOtsego, narrow like a river (and, indeed, of the averagebreadth of the Hudson, I should say); beautiful, uncom-monly beautiful mountain shores shutting it in, and theslopes on the far side charmingly pictured with cultiva-tion. A lakes mirror was never set in a prettier encadre-ment by the frame-making eddies of the retiring deluge, THE HAUNTS OF LEATHERSTOCKING. 15 and it is so situated, by tlie way, tliat its entire re-gild-ing, bv the sunsets, is visiblo from every
The home of Cooper and the haunts of Leatherstocking . a natural terrace oftlie bank. Away west stretched the calm plane of theOtsego, narrow like a river (and, indeed, of the averagebreadth of the Hudson, I should say); beautiful, uncom-monly beautiful mountain shores shutting it in, and theslopes on the far side charmingly pictured with cultiva-tion. A lakes mirror was never set in a prettier encadre-ment by the frame-making eddies of the retiring deluge, THE HAUNTS OF LEATHERSTOCKING. 15 and it is so situated, by tlie way, tliat its entire re-gild-ing, bv the sunsets, is visiblo from every quarter of thetown. Tlie path of the eye from Cooperstown to the set-ting sun is up a nine mile mirror of wooded water; and,what with sucii a foreground, and the mists and reflec-tions of its clear and placid l»osom. they -hould see moreof the dolphin glories of the West than the inhal)itantsof other places. T forget, at this moment, whether Coopersbooks are rich in descriptions of sunsets; but they mightbe, without drawing much on his OTSEGO LAKE Near Cooper Hinise, Conperstown. N. Y. Mr. Willis afterwards got a beautiful view of the lakefrom the portico of a very fine house belonging to a mar-ried niece of Mr. Cooper, the edge of the water being 16 THE HOME OF COOPER AND just over tlie garden paling, and the far away spread ofthe glassy plane, unshared by any visible dwelling, seem-ing to be a property of the grounds we were in. Fromhence, too, we saw a farm of Mr. Coopers, two or threemiles up the lake, on the northern shore. The slopingbanks abound in capabilities for country seats, and will,at some future day, doubtless, bo hauled within suburbandistance by the iron hook of a railroad, and gemmed withvillas—a prediction which recent years have seen A^erified. Miss Susan Fenimore Cooper, the eldest daughter of thenovelist, herself a writer of merit, and the author of severalworks, chiefly descriptive of rural life, prominent amongwhich are Rural Hours publi
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