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theory in direct opposition to facts and reason. Salmon did 

 run up the Saranac, though ; I have the word of one of the 

 " oldest inhabitants" for that, and no doubt found their way 

 into the lakes above. 



Joe. But how did they get into Lake Champlain ? 



Nes. Through the Sorel Eiver, of course, from the St. 

 Lawrence. The ride up the Au Sable would not be interest- 

 ing, but for the ever- varying mountain scenery in the distance. 

 The hills and peaks rise up in rugged grandeur before you. 

 Away off" to the south, on a fair day, you get a glimpse of 

 Mount Marcy ; the Indians called it Ta-haw-wus — the Moun- 

 tain that touches the Sky. But it has dropped its significant 

 Indian name, and is complimented with that of Mr. Marcy, 

 just as anuther peak has been robbed of its fine old title, and 

 is now called " Mount Seward." 



Nor. a like liberty has been taken with the name of a 

 railroad station, at a bridge between Philadelphia and Bristol ; 

 it was called by the beautiful Indian name of the river itself, 

 " Neshamony," until some enterprising individual, it appears, 

 started a town there, and called it after himself: it now bears 

 the euphonic name of Schencksville. When will there be a 

 law passed to make perpetrations of this sort a capital crime ? 

 — I suppose you have a pretty rough ride from Keeseville to 

 Martin's. 



Nes. By no means ; there is a plank-road for two-thirds 

 of the way, and the last third, where it is not planked, is 

 better than the improved part ; for you know, that a plank- 

 road, when it is well worn and rotted, is rather bumpety, 

 and, if not kept in repair, degenerates into a " corduroy" road, 

 or, as we used to call it when we were boys, a "codgeroyT It 

 is a whole day's ride to Martin's, which is at the northern end 

 of the lower lake. Baker's is four miles this side, where 

 the Saranac River is crossed by a good bridge ; a tavern, 



