There is a chapter on Lake Placid in which he describes the lake as "a pretty sheet of water". That phrase stuck with me, and this photo reminds me of it. This pond in the office park in which I work is often perfectly still and mirror-like early in the morning, and the reflections can be nearly perfect.
So this 136 year old book provides an inspiration for me. And other than a few details in the background, Stoddard might find the scene pretty familiar.