194 BOONE VILI.E TO SARATOGA, 



form, points from either side projecting as if to meet each 

 Other, and bays opposite to each other, setting far back 

 into the land. Tlie effect as one passes northward is very 

 surprising and very fine. Tlie entire sceneiy of the hike, in- 

 deed, is very attractive. A single hut or hunter's home, occu- 

 pied a i>art of the time b}^ "Captain Parker," a notable 

 character, was the onl}^ sign of human habitation or pres- 

 ence. All else was as wild and untamed as Nature made 

 it. When we crossed the carrj" on our return we found, 

 just arrived, three Poughkeepsie boys, guests of Chauncey 

 Hathorn, on their way to Long Lake. All three, with their 

 luggage and provisions, were in one small boat rather the 

 worse for age and wear. They were without a guide, and 

 the way was new to them all. The wind had risen, they 

 had several times been driven ashore by storms, it was 

 raining and almost night, and they had become somewhat 

 alarmed at the risks they were taking, and wholly dispirited. 

 To add to their discomfort, the lire the}' were attempting 

 to cook their supper by was princii)ally steam and smoke. 

 It was the forlornest picture imaginable. We gave them 

 our catch of trout and parted from them with serious 

 apprehensions for their safety. However, we learned 

 afterward that young blood, pluck, perseverance and Yan- 

 kee " faculty " took them through all right. 



Our return to camp was against a strong wind and 

 through heavy waves. John was silent, and watched the 

 water intently as he rowed with all his strength and skill. 

 I was anxious and uncomfortable. But the 3'oungster — 

 the Mark Tapley of our party on all occasions — was par- 



