MOOSEHEAD LAKE 15 



off for the Northeast Carry, where we arrived about 

 an hour and a half late, which hour and a half caused 

 us afterwards an exciting time. 



Northeast Carry is so called because it is a road or 

 " carry " at the northeast end of the lake. The carry 

 is two miles long, and the other end of it lands you on 

 the banks of the Penobscot River. While we were 

 loading our canoes a party from down the river 

 reached our landing. In the centre of one of their 

 canoes a lady was seated on a throne-like chair which 

 was covered with costly Persian rugs. Luxurious air- 

 cushions supported the lady's back and formed a rest 

 for her feet. An oriental robe, tinted with all the 

 hues of the rainbow, was gracefully thrown around 

 her dainty limbs, mingling its colors with those of the 

 autumn leaves which were strung in garlands about 

 the bow of the boat. A pretty picture, indeed, but 

 yet imperfect. It needed a dusky Indian maiden, with 

 no clothes on to speak of, waving a peacock fan. Then 

 the picture might have passed, on a pinch, for 

 that of the proud Cleopatra as she sailed up the Cyd- 

 nus to tickle the fancy and ravish the heart of her 

 Antony. 



Precisely at two o'clock the next day we paddled 

 away from Northeast Carry. We had a glorious run 

 to the Half-way House, ten miles down. The river 

 scene was bewitching in its beauty. The first frosts 

 had delicately colored the leaves of the maple and 



