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spicuous foreground on the shore of Indian 

 Keach, to the south of Lackawanna Cove, is a 

 large moraine resembling the "horse-backs," 

 in the State of Maine, New England. The 

 top was as level as a railroad embankment. 

 The anchorage for the night was in Eden 

 Harbor, and for that evening, at least, it was 

 lovely enough to deserve its name. The 

 whole expanse of its land-locked waters, held 

 between mountains and broken by islands, 

 was rosy and purple in the setting sun. The 

 gates of the garden were closed, however, not 

 by a flaming sword, but by an impenetrable 

 forest, along the edge of which a scanty rim 

 of beach hardly afforded landing or foothold. 

 The collections here, therefore, were small ; 

 but a good haul was made with the trawl net, 

 which gathered half-a-dozen species of echin- 

 oderms, some small fishes, and a number of 

 shells. Fog detained the vessel in Eden Har- 

 bor till a late hour in the morning, but the af- 

 ternoon was favorable for the passage through 

 the English Narrows, the most contracted part 

 of Smythe's Channel. It is, indeed, a mere 

 mountain defile, through which the water 

 rushes with such force that, in navigating it, 

 great care was required to keep the vessel off 

 the rocks. Her anchorage at the close of the 



