The afternoon was drawing in towards evening; the air was crisp and cool, and the wind near the earth, steady but gentle; while above all was as calm as sleep, and the pale clouds–just beginning in the west to be softly gilded by the declining sun–hung light and motionless. The city, although not distant, was […]

‘…. Whose trained eye was keen, As eagle of the wilderness, to scan His path by mountain, lake, or deep ravine, Or ken far friendly huts on good savannas green.’ –CAMPBELL: Gertrude of Wyoming . On the 14th of last September, America lost the greatest of her novelists in the person of James Fenimore Cooper. […]