THE WONDERS OF THE SHORE. 19 
as Gothe has it— 
“‘Und der schiffer sieht bekiimmert 
Glatte fiche rings umher.” 
You paddle to the shore on the side whence the 
wind ought to come, if it had any spirit in it; 
tie the coracle to a stone, light your cigar, le 
down on your back upon the grass, grumble, and 
finally fall asleep. In the meanwhile, probably, 
the breeze has come on, and there has been half- 
an-hour’s lively fishing curl; and you wake just 
in time to see the last ripple of it sneaking off at 
the other side of the lake, leaving all as dead-calm 
as before. 
Now how much better, instead of falling asleep, 
to have walked quietly round the lake side, and 
asked of your own brains and of Nature the ques- 
tion, “ How did this lake come here? What does 
it mean?” 
It is a hole in the earth. True, but how was 
the hole made? There must have been huge 
forces at work to form such a chasm. Probably 
the mountain was actually opened from within by 
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