The Dells of the 
by the huge rocks, and seem separated 
from all the outside world, but it is so 
cool and inviting we think we would 
like to linger here, until we, are re- 
minded that we have come only a short 
distance as yet, anc have not begun to 
dream of the beauties of the dells be- 
yond. Next comes the Navy Yard. 
Here large boulders are standing out 
in the water and sharply outlined against 
the bank o£ the river, so very like 
‘‘men-of-war,’”’ it does not seem pos- 
sible Nature could have moulded them 
so accurately true in detail. 
We are sti!l marveling, when we 
come upon Allen’s Hand. We did not 
need to have the hand pointed out to 
us, it was So very like a hand indeed; but 
we did not know it was Allen’s Hand, 
until we listened to the sad story of 
one, poor Allen, who loved in vain, and 
whose hand, being spurned and rejected 
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bymthe= object of his love, turned to 
stone, and one day these 
rocks took the of poor 
Allen's hand, forever to point with pro- 
grand old 
on outline 
phetic warning, lest some other thought- 
less maiden should forget the lesson. 
Into another cave the steady strokes 
of our oars brought us, and this was 
Skylight Cave. 
was a little crevice through which could 
be seen the blue sky and sunshine, and 
the rift of light—how it gladdened and 
made bright the surrounding darkness. 
Presently our little boat seemed to be 
surrounded by fire. Flames leaped up 
of all sides, and we could hardly be- 
lieve it was just phosphorous we saw, 
Straight up above us 
caused by the guide pushing the oar 
quickly back and forth in the sand just 
beneath the boat’s side. We came 
forth and continued our way up the 
river, passing Sturgeon Rock and Dev- 

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