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The Legendary Hermitess Traditional Geocache

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Aramel and Cavel: After nearly 8 years, we are archiving "The Legendary Hermitess" Thanks to all who have visited over the years.

Aramel and Cavel

Hidden : 12/28/2003
2 out of 5
2 out of 5

Size: Size:   regular (regular)

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Geocache Description:

Parking coords are N 41 18.390 and W 073 34.195. The trail is paved until the last 500 feet. There is a slight incline near the cache.

The container is an ammo box with the following items at origination: A first find prize, St Patrick's Day bear, Sarah Bishop TB, Sarah Bishop book, Dollar coin, turtle necklace, Snoopy toy, Geocache button and some other small things.

This cache was placed in honor of the legendary hermitess, Sarah Bishop, who lived in a nearby cave for 30 years (1780 to 1810). The hermitess cave is less than 1/2 mile from the cache site. However, it appears to be on private property across the Connecticut border.

The following poem was written by someone who visited Sarah Bishop in her West Mountain cave home.

For many a year the mountain hag
Was a theme of village wonder,
For she made her home in the dizzy crag,
Where the eagle bore his plunder.
Up the beetling cliff she was seen at night
Like a ghost to glide away;
But she came again with the morning light,
From the forest wild and gray.
Her face was wrinkled, and passionless seem'd,
As her bosom, all blasted and dead--
And her colorless eye like an icicle gleam'd,
Yet no sorrow or sympathy shed.
Her long snowy locks, as the winter drift,
On the wind were backward cast;
And her shrivl'd form glided by so swift,
You had said 'twere a ghost that pass'd.

Her house was a cave in a giddy rock,
That o'erhung a lonesome vale;
And 'twas deeply scarr'd by the lightning's shock,
And swept by the vengemful gale.
As alone on the cliff she musingly sate--
The fox at her fingers would snap;
The crow would sit on her snow-white pate,
And the rattlesnake coil in her lap.
The night-hawk look'd down with a welcome eye,
As he stoop'd in his airy swing;
And the haughty eagle hover'd so nigh,
As to fan her long locks with his wing.
But when winter roll'd dark his sullen wave,
From the west with gusty shock,
Old Sarah, deserted, crept cold to her cave,
And slept without bed in her rock.
No fire illumined her dismal den,
Yet a tatter'd Bible she read;
For she saw in the dark with a wizard ken,
And talk'd with the troubled dead.
And often she mutter'd a foreign name,
With curses too fearful to tell,
And a tale of horror--of madness and shame--
She told to the walls of her cell!

S.G. Goodrich ~ 1823

This cache is the second cache in Westchester Counties Mt. Lakes Park. Be sure to visit the Mt. Lakes cache by the Connecticut A-Team while visiting this area.

Additional Hints (Decrypt)

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