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dering avenues. The loveliness of the lake is greatly 

 enhanced by the wild and majestic scenery surrounding it. 

 Mountain peaks on three of its sides display their sid)linie 

 fronts, and prei^niinent among them is the noble dome from 

 wdiicli tlie lake derives its name." 



We quickly crossed tlie lake, and at al)ou1 si.x o'clock 

 ran the prow of our boat upon the sandy beach in front of 

 John Holland's hotel, on the south-east shore, walked up 

 the winding path among the trees, and were again in a 

 house. Ladies and gentlemen, young men and maidens, 

 and merry children were in the parlors and out among the 

 forest trees ; while on the broad verandah or piazza, sat and 

 chatted and bantered a number of guides and woodsmen, 

 among whom were "Captain" Calvin Parker of Forked 

 Lake, and the famous Indian guide, modest and faithful old 

 Mitchell Sabbatis from Long Lake,— to be joined an hour 

 later by the redoubtable Alvali Dunning himself. 



We had intended to go into camp again here, l)ut there 

 was good promise of rain before morning; it seemed very 

 pleasant and protitaltle, in its way, to mingle with these 

 original people congregated at the hotel; I M^as greatly 

 attracted Ijy a good, kind, child-hearted old Doctor of 

 Divinit}' upon whom 1 bestowed the entire contents of my 

 medicine chest, carried in my vest-pocket; the seductive 

 influence of a comfortable arm-chair moved me more than 

 it is sportsmanlike to confess; Ned had had about all of the 

 "real thing" that he cared for, although he would not 

 admit it; John was doubly willing to surrender his suprem- 



