The view from the Escarpment towards the glittering line of the Hudson River–one of the most sacred literary spots in the United States. — The Catskills, New York.
“But the place I mean is next to the river, where one of the ridges juts out a little from the rest, and where the rocks fall, for the best part of a thousand feet, so much up and down, that a man standing on their edges is fool enough to think he can jump from top to bottom.”
“What do you see when you get there?” asked Edwards.
“Creation,” said Natty, dropping the end of his rod into the water, and sweeping one hand around him in a circle: “all creation, lad.”
— James Fenimore Cooper
The Pioneers, 1823