The Larina The Story of Cooperstown Paperback

he main street of Cooperstown traverses the village in a direction gener-ally east and west. While the street and its shops are far superior to thoseof most small towns, the business centre, from which the visitor gains hisfirst impression, gives no hint of the quaint and rustic beauty that makesCooperstown one of the most charming villages in America.Following the main street toward the east, one reaches the original part ofthe settlement, and the prospect is more gratefully reminiscent of an old-time village. In summer the gateway of the Cooper Grounds opens a pleas-ing vista of shaded greensward, while the cross street which runs down tothe lake at this point attracts the eye to a half-concealed view of the Glim-merglass, with the Sleeping Lion in the distance at the north.The historical associations of the village, from the earliest times, are centeredin the Cooper Grounds. Within this space, when the first white man came,were found apple trees, in full bearing, which Indians had planted, showingan occupation by red men in the late Iroquois period. On these grounds thefirst white settler, Col. George Croghan, built in1769 his hut of logs. During3 RALPH BIRDSALLthe Revolutionary War it was upon this spot that Clinton's troops were en-camped for five weeks before their spectacular descent of the SusquehannaRiver. On this site William Cooper, the founder of the village, built his firstresidence, and afterward erected Otsego Hall, which later became the homeof his son, James Fenimore Cooper, the novelist.Beyond the Cooper Grounds, on the main street, the buildings seen on ei-ther hand belong to the earlier period of village history, except the VillageClub and Library, which gracefully conforms to the older style. After pass-ing the next cross-street, the main thoroughfare leads across the Susque-hanna River, and, beyond the bridge, becomes identified with the old roadto Cherry Valley. Keeping on up the incline, one finds Mount Vision ris-ing before him, and begins to gain fascinating glimpses into the grounds ofWoodside Hall, whose white pillars gleam amid the pines above the Egyp-tian gate-tower, and whose windows, commanding the whole length of themain street westward, reflect the fire of every sunset.Just before reaching Woodside, one observes a road which makes off fromthe highway at the right, and runs south. Opening from this road to Fernleigh-Over, and quite close to the corner, is a small iron gate that creaks betweentwo posts of stone. The gate opens upon a path which leads, a few paceswestward, to a large, terraced mound, well sodded, and topped by two mapletrees.Sunk into the face of this mound is a slab of granite which bears this inscrip-tion:WHITE MAN, GREETING!WE, NEAR WHOSE BONES YOU STAND, WERE IROQUOIS. THEWIDE LANDWHICH NOW IS YOURSWAS OURS. FRIENDLYHANDSHAVE GIVEN BACK TO US ENOUGH FOR