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Columbia County, History of Spookrock:
As with most legends and folklore, there are many versions that have been handed down, and The Legend of Spook Rock is no different. One of the most romantic comes from “The Parsonage Between Two Manors” written by Elizabeth L. Gebhard in 1909 and printed by the Bryan Publishing Company in Hudson.n]
Long before the first settler had discovered beautiful Claverack, a tribe of Mohican Indians had a village here called “Pot Kote.” The Chief of the Mohicans had his wigwam on the summit of Becraft Mountain, a safe vantage ground in case of hostile attack, the Mohicans were quite able to defend themselves behind the mighty fastnesses of the slate rocks (above the Claverack Creek). But the Chief had a daughter whose soft dark eyes and raven locks, were a bewitchment. Alas, that her lover was the son of an enemy who forgot the tribal hatred, when, hiding from tree to tree one day, he had worked his way to the top of Becraft in order to discover the weakness of the Mohican camp, and saw instead the graceful form of the Princess flitting between the wooded aisles at the top of the mountain. It was useless to plead with the Chief of the Mohicans, though the daughter made the effort, and equally useless to fight for the maid, the lover’s only hope was in strategy. Waiting till the night shut down, and the tribe slept, and only the glow of the camp fire was left, then sped over the trail, and down the rocks (of Spook Rock) to the shadows of the overhanging cliffs. Among the ferns and lichens and wildflowers she met her lover.
A low rumble in the distance, a flash of light across their path, they drew close within the shadow of the overhanging rocks, shielded by bushes and young trees from the big drops of rain. The crash of the thunder rolled over their heads, the forked lightning played over the water and they clung to each other in the midst of the tumult. Then quicker than thought, more sudden than fear, came a heavy crash, a blinding light, and the great boulder rolled into the stream, carrying the lovers with it. It was all over in a few moments, the noise and commotion, the flash and the downpour. The creek skirting the trail lay quiet in the starlight, and the overhanging rock had found a new resting place for all time in the winding stream, becoming a monument to two lovers, a son and a daughter of Indian Chiefs of alien tribes.
This is the Mohican legend of Spook Rock….”–Submitted by David Hart, Greenport Historian