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seem a veiy easy matter to find the outlet or inlet of a lake, 

 but it is, in fact, exceedingly difficult, The bays and coves 

 and points arc all delusive, and the stream you seek gener- 

 ally steals in or out obscurety, at some unexpected angle, 

 hardly making a sign of its presence until you are right 

 upon it, I had learned so much before, and now I noted 

 every land-mark closely, conscious tjiat any failure to recall 

 these might result, on my return, in an all-night's solitary, 

 supperless and tentless bivouac on a mosquito infested 

 shore. 



Leaving my boat at the landing, I went over to St. 

 (}ermain's. on Iig Clear Pond, a carry of two miles over 

 which the St. (Jermain or, "Sangemo" boys draw boats 

 and luggage on a rude sled, with a very thin horse. The 

 walk is easy and agreeable through the woods, and quite 

 a relief after silting long in a boat, The St. (ierinain 

 family consist^ ehielly of the father, a little old black-eyed, 

 shuek headed, voluble ( 'anadian Frenchman, and his wife 

 and three or four grown up boys who look as if they had 

 never been quite tamed. They are great hunters, and 

 have been known to do close shooting, under imagined 

 provocation, at something not properly coming under the 

 head of game, except in a cannibal country. They had 

 several hungry and whining hounds tied and penned up, 

 but 1,0 other wild animals, although a deer or a bear is 

 generally among the few attractions they oll'er to strangers. 



\\'e \\ere met here by a party of two gentlemen and two 

 handsome ladies and three or four little children, with 

 their guido. who were on their way from the Saranacs to 



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