One summer night I heard voices from the lake mimicking and teasing me. I was at Echo Lake in The Indian Head Wilderness in the Catskills Mountains. Once in awhile I heard a small splash and saw blue moonlight reflecting on ripples. The mermaid muses would call back to me, and later they would sing to each other. There are many mermaid tales from the Native Americans. One of sisters that went in the water and could never leave. They are still there if you listen
during a full moon.