48 Hills AND ijAKES. 



the silly things in the way that was fun to one, while 

 it onlj subjected them to disappointment* I broke 

 off the hook from one of my flies, and threw for half 

 an hour among them. They got no supper to be 

 sure, but they were very industrious trying for it, and 

 I have no doubt it was a great mystery to them why 

 they did not succeed. 



Indian Lake is a circular sheet of water, some five 

 or six miles in circumference. Like all the other 

 lakes in this wilderness, it has many beauties. All 

 around is a dense forest of old primeval trees. On 

 one side, willows and alders skirt the shore, from 

 which, grasses, and rushes, and pond-lilies extend far 

 into the lake, while on the other bold rocky bluffs 

 bound the waters, against which the mimic waves rip- 

 ple. Occasionally a pebbly beach extends from point 

 to point, while many little bays nestle quietly behind 

 jutting promontories. 



We coasted the lake on our raft that day, and re- 

 turned to our shantee in the evening. We supped on 

 venison and trout, and laid ourselves away on our 

 bed of boughs. 



