272 The Unknown River. 



I came to a place where the river was less impetuous, 

 and where I had leisure to admire its beauty. The 

 canoe was floating pleasantly through a rich wood of 

 oak and chestnut with here and there a group of grace- 

 ful poplars. It was a constant succession of scenes like 

 the one given opposite, whose exquisite loveliness it is 

 not easy to convey by Art. 



