Kittatinny and home
Mostly along Cherry and Aquashicola Creeks, Kittatinny and the Delaware. All over the Poconos region.
"I knew that catamount well. One night when we sat above the bogs of Cherry Creek, under a canopy of mosquitos, laurel and hemlock, the serene midnight was parted by a wild and human-like cry from a neighboring mountain. "That's a cat," said my old friend. I felt in a moment that it was the voice of "modern cultchah." "Modern culture." says Mr. T. McGuinness in a most impressive period, - "modern culture is a child crying in the wilderness, and with no voice but a cry." That describes the catamount exactly. The next day, when we ascended the mountain, we came upon the traces of this brute, - a spot where he had stood and cried in the night; and I confess that my hair rose with the consciousness of his recent presence, as it is said to do when a spirit passes by...It seemed pitiful that society could do absolutely nothing for me. It was, in fact, humiliating to reflect that it would now be profitable to exchange all my possessions for the forest instinct of the most unlettered guide. I began to doubt the value of the "culture" that blunts the natural instinct."
Read More"I knew that catamount well. One night when we sat above the bogs of Cherry Creek, under a canopy of mosquitos, laurel and hemlock, the serene midnight was parted by a wild and human-like cry from a neighboring mountain. "That's a cat," said my old friend. I felt in a moment that it was the voice of "modern cultchah." "Modern culture." says Mr. T. McGuinness in a most impressive period, - "modern culture is a child crying in the wilderness, and with no voice but a cry." That describes the catamount exactly. The next day, when we ascended the mountain, we came upon the traces of this brute, - a spot where he had stood and cried in the night; and I confess that my hair rose with the consciousness of his recent presence, as it is said to do when a spirit passes by...It seemed pitiful that society could do absolutely nothing for me. It was, in fact, humiliating to reflect that it would now be profitable to exchange all my possessions for the forest instinct of the most unlettered guide. I began to doubt the value of the "culture" that blunts the natural instinct."
