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Cabins by Bierstadt

This scene shows the skills of Edward Bierstadt’s work. He was an excellent sketcher, engraver and printer. I am pleased to have known him.

My family is also pleased to have welcomed him into our humble home. My father liked to take him trapping and my mother loved to bake him a huckleberry pie.

He was so proud to bring in that old galvanized bucket full of berries that he had picked. He would smile from ear to ear as he walked into the kitchen area and displayed his collection. Mother would say “Now hand them over Edward so that I will have enough to bake a pie from.”

Both of them knew that Edward would sit there and eat all of them. This he could do even after he had gorged himself with berries while he picked. It was a nice time in the Adirondacks. It was before the railroads had made their way into the forest.

Edward was there at the behest of a very well-to-do family from New York City. They had plans on building lodges in various places around the Adirondacks. Their goal was to lure families and “sports” out of the city. Of course before they could do that the city folks had to know about the Adirondacks and the lodges. That was Edward Bierstadt’s task.

He was assigned to assemble and print a book of the beautiful Adirondacks and the magnificent lodges that were being built.

Disregarding the fact that we were good friends I was proud to tell everyone that I knew him. Later in life I learned that Edward was doing the same in New York City. He was telling everyone about the family that trapped, hunted, fished and baked pies. He told them that he stayed with us while he worked in the Adirondack Mountains.

That was mostly true. I guess he thought we were unique. To him we were. To the natives we were just another family that lived in the sparsely populated North Woods; always ready to help each other in an emergency.

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