VII. 



SAGACITY OF THL HOUND THE INDIAN PASS PRECIPICE 



TWO THOUSAND FEET HIGH. 



Backwoods, July 6. 



Dear H : 



The famous Indian Pass is probably the most 

 remarkable gorge in this countryj if not in the 

 world. On Monday morning, a council was called 

 of our party, to determine whether we should 

 visit it, for the effects of the severe tramp two 

 days before, had not yet left us, and hardly one 

 walked without limping — as for myself, I could 

 not wear my boots and had borrowed a pair of large 

 shoes. But the Indian Pass I was determined to see, 

 even if I remained behind alone, and so we all to- 

 gether started off. It was six miles through the 

 forest, and we were compelled to march in single file. 

 At one moment skirting the margin of a beautiful 

 lake, and then creeping through thickets, or stepping 



