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the surface a good stand is obtained. At one spot 

 the waves had worn out a deep cavern, where a 

 dozen men could sleep, protected from the air, and 

 often under foot could be heard the smothered rum- 

 bling of the water as it rushed into deep holes out 

 of sight. Above the bare rocks, which are often 

 fifty feet perpendicular, stretch the sparse under- 

 brush, the stunted evergreens, and the moss-covered 

 granite of the mountains, till they reach an elevation 

 of a thousand feet. Frowning down upon the 

 water stands the Point of Mamainse, a rallying-spot 

 for the summer fogs and winter storms, a landmark 

 to the voyageur, a barrier to the fiercest commotion 

 of the lake, and the upper boundary of Tequamenon 

 Bay, as the confined portion of Lake Superior near 

 its outlet is called. 



. It is an extensive promontory, and point after 

 point presented itself to our wearied eyes ; we 

 landed, rose, and lost some fine fish, and killed seve- 

 ral of good size ; but as the wind was adverse, we 

 could not afford to waste time, and pursued our 

 journey till nightfall. 



Next morning we tasted a Batch awaung trout 

 that Frank had salted and smoked by hanging near 

 the fire ; inasmuch as it was green and had not lost 

 its original flavor altogether, it was quite appetiz- 

 ing ; but a smoked trout that has been dried suffi- 

 ciently to keep, is about as hard, unpalatable, and 

 indigestible a morsel as man can put in his mouth. 

 It has neither the flavor of the mackerel nor the 

 richness of the cod, and not the slightest pretence 



