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Finally, at noon, the rain ceased, the wind subsided, the 

 sun came out as serene as Neptune emerges from the waves 

 after a storm; and we resolved to break camp, after dinner, 

 and go to Blue Mountain Lake. 



Our stay at Kaquelte Lake had been very agreeable in 

 many ways. We had seen royalty in the lake itself. The 

 sunset views from the hill behind us were beautiful almost 

 beyond comparison and quite beyond description. We 

 had wandered about, to our heart's delight and content, upon 

 the waters of that and Forked Lake; and we had seen and 

 visited the camps of very pleasant people. But Ned never 

 admits that the Kaquette is to be compared with Seventh 

 Lake; and he declares he will never go in the woods ana in 

 where so many other people go. 



Dinner over, we again folded up our tent and stove, 

 packed our blankets and diminishing stores, bade good-bye 

 to the grand old trees under which we had rested in safety 

 and comfort, rowed around to 1 Winning's landing and 

 delivered over to him the hoard which had served as our 

 table, and then shaped our course toward the mouth of 

 Marion I'iver. which Hows in from the east and is the out- 

 let of I'towana, Kagle and Blue Mountain Lakes. 



After a few days upon the large lake, I was glad to be on 

 a river again, near the forest on either side, and sometimes 

 among the lily pads where the deer had fed the night 

 before, or perhaps Ilia! very morning, as we could plainly 

 see. There was a quiet rest fulness in the air and the sur- 

 roundings, a sense of peace and security, a close contact 



