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&quot;Mingling its echoes with the eagle s cry, 

 And with the sounding lake, and with the moaning sky.&quot; 



Not far east from here rises a stupendous dune of sand, 

 or, rather, a promontory of uncemented sand and clay, 

 capped by a shifting dune. The grinding action of the 

 waves has pulverized a cubic mile of sandstone and super 

 incumbent drift, which has been strewn over the lake s 

 bottom. The nervous wind-gust has wrested it from the 

 water, and made it a plaything of its own. Dried by the 

 sun and air, it has been driven inland till the forest is sub 

 merged, and a shining promontory called Grand Sable lifts 

 its forehead four hundred feet above the lake a landmark 

 for the mariner and a marvel to the lover of Nature. 



