Utsayantha's Legend:

A strange legend hovers over the place. The grand old mountain and silvery lake bring to memory the sad tale of the death of an Indian maid. It was here, on a bright moon light night while the country was one vast wilderness, and the sturdy pioneer was struggling for existence that the terrible tragedy was enacted. The Indian maid was wooed and won by a white man. A babe was born to the strange couple. The chieftain of the tribe and the father of the maid, in mad fury, buried his tomahawk deep in the white man's brain; then, with babe in arms, he rowed to the center of the lake and plunged the child into a watery grave. The dusky maiden, with trembling steps, followed the footsteps of her son's destroyer. When at last the deed was accomplished, and all was still, she swung her birch canoe from the shore and rowed to the spot, then with hands uplifted in mad despair, she plunged beneath the rippling waves, the water covered her and she was seen no more alive. The chieftain in sad distress took his child from the lake; bore her to the top of the mountain, where, beneath a lonely mound, she reposes to this day.

The historic marker is located on Route 10 beside Utsayantha Lake, just north of the Village of Stamford, NY.