III. 



RAoaED LiKE — A Fishpond on the Mo-ctntain. — The Babk 

 Canoe. — A Deer Chase on the Wats'.r. 



I STARTED the next morning for Eagged Lake, 

 some ten miles deeper in tlie wilderness. On this ex- 

 pedition we were guided solely bj the instinct, or if 

 you please, the judgment of my guide. We found no 

 path — no footsteps or marked trees to point out the 

 way, but through "tangle brush," and over logs felled 

 by the strong winds, we travelled on. Ten miles in 

 the wilderness, of a hot summer day, with a rifle, 

 fishing-rod, and basket, is a journey which must not 

 be lightly considered ; a mile, under sucb circum- 

 stances, requires a multitude of steps and many drops 

 of "the sweat of a man's brow." True, the way is 

 enlivened by the song of the forest bird, the chirp of 

 the squirrel, and the murmuring of the mountaiu 

 brooks ; still the feet become weary, and the mossy 



