300 GRAYLINCt. — KOHTHERN MICHIGAN. 



The outlines grew sharper, the rocks towered higher, as 

 Ave approached. We swung into the harbor, neared the 

 dock, and in a nionu'nt more stepped on shore among the 

 hackmen, the loiterers and the summer visitors who had 

 come down from the hotels. Wending our way lo the 

 John Jacob Astor House, we found our friends of the Jor- 

 dan, who had kindly gathered up our mail at various 

 points and gave it to us here. 



We learned that in two hours the good steamer, the 

 Marine Citi/, was due fnnn the Sault de St. Marie (" the 

 Soo ") whither it had gone with a Dc^troit excursion party. 

 We resolved to ''keep moving" toward home by every 

 opportimity, and to take this steamer that evening for 

 Detroit. The interval l)etween our arrival and that of the 

 steamer we eniployed in raml)ling about the (piaint, peace- 

 ful, dreanw town, strolling along the shores, and clamber- 

 ing among the rocks l)y the water's edge to Arch Rock — a 

 " natural bridge " Avhich has been described and pictured 

 so often that 1 oidy stop to say it did not " meet expecta- 

 tions.'' 



We had time to catch the spirit of this strange old town 

 of the North, sitting a t[iieen where the Heels of the iidand 

 seas float east and west through the nari'ow way at her 

 feet, and pause to pay homage. It seemed the Castle of 

 Indolence of the cold North where the Vikings might rest 

 in peace and content after Avars and bloodslied, — itithei", the 

 summer home of the old Thunder-God, Thor himself, where 

 the Avild Avinds Avould murmur him to sleep. ]5ettei-, 

 it is iudciKl the resting phice of the Aveary men of the South, 



