cattskills

Updated: May 9, 2025

That the three New Yorkers, to whom the scenery of that noble river was thoroughly familiar, clapped hands and shouted their joy once more, nearly all day, at the flashing blue of the river, the rafts of steamboats, sloops and tows that continually came sweeping down it, the rugged frowning of the Palisades, the narrow-passes and rugged peaks of the Highlands, and the long, blue, uneven line of the Cattskills, with the white glimmering of the Mountain House, while the young Virginian girl, introduced to that scenery for the first time in her life, seemed to maintain her calmness and comparative insensibility.

Henry Morford - Shoulder-Straps: A Novel of New York and the Army, 1862

They are all alike those heavy coaches except as to paint and upholstery, wherever we meet them, whether they drag us up the Cattskills, bear us over from Moreau to Lake George, dash down with us through the gorges of the White Mountains, or jog us heavily along the rough roads that thread the Alleghanies.

Henry Morford - Shoulder-Straps: A Novel of New York and the Army, 1862