lunge into the
wild ravine 255 feet. A short distance below is the Bastion Fall, and,
immediately following, the Terrace Cascade, the united height of the two
being certainly not less than 100 feet. These four fine falls are found
in an easy walk of three quarters of a mile leading down the ravine from
the Laurel House to the Clove road.

The Little Kauterskill flows into the main stream at a short distance
below the bridge where the Clove road first crosses that torrent. The
ravine through which it flows is incomparably beautiful, with the grand
plunge (Haines's Fall or Fawn's Leap) at the head, and the seven
graceful cascades, all visible from one projecting table rock, soon
after following. Below the above-mentioned bridge are the Dog Fall, the
cascade at Moore's Bridge, and the Dog Hole, with its steep cliffs and
foaming rapids. At the mouth of the Clove is Palensville, a little
manufacturing village, where town-wearied denizens find fresh air and
pleasant walks and drives during the summer months. To our taste,
however, the summer climate at the various sojourning places, about two
thousand feet above the sea level, is far preferable to that at the base
of the mountain.

Rising to the north of the Clove is the South Mountain, from whose
beetling crags are obtained some of the finest views offered by the
Catskills; then follows the Pine Orchard, where are the well-known
Mountain House, the twin lakes, and the Laurel House at the head of the
Kauterskill Falls; and finally, the North Mountain, which looks down
upon a graceful spur to the east, Kiskatom Round Top, and then sweeps
away to the northwest. Beyond the North Mountain is a considerable
depression, down which passes an execrable road, leading from East
Jewett, within the mountain range, to Cairo, at its foot. Finally, we
reach Windham High Peak,[1] and the fine road crossing the mountains
from Catskill to Delhi, and passing through Windham and Prattsville.

On the southern side of the range, west of Overlook, are two wild and
beautiful clefts, the one known as the Stony Clove, and the other as
West Kill or Bushnell Clove. The first begins as a narrow gorge with
lofty hemlock and moss-clad mountain sides, and gradually opens out, at
Phoenicia, upon the hills of Ulster and Esopus Creek. It is watered by
a trout stream, and its few but cosey farm cottages offer shelter
sufficient for amateur fishermen and artists, bewitched by its fairy
recesses and fine fores