146 THE ADIRONDACK. 



There, like a snake crawling out from the mountain 

 gorge, comes Long Lake, with its glittering head — 

 and yonder is Forked Lake, and farther on Raquette 

 Lake — and farther still, Grreat and Little Tuppers 

 Lake, and away, a mere luminous point — but I w^ill 

 cut short the list, for, indeed, many have no names. 

 Some of these are from four to six miles in width, 

 and yet they look like mere pools at thi^ distance, 

 and in the midst of such a mass of green. 



I have gazed on many mountain prospects in this 

 and the old world, but this and the view from 

 Tahawus have awakened an entirely new class of 

 emotions. They are American scenes, constituting 

 one of the distinctive features of our country, where 

 nature seems to have formed everything on such 

 a large model, merely because she had so much 

 room to work in. I wanted to set fire to the trees on 

 the summit of the mountain, so as to present an un- 

 obstructed view, but the foliage was too green to 

 burn. A deep moss bed covered the whole top, on 

 which we reclined as on the softest couch. You will 

 get some conception of the wildness of the country, 

 when I tell you that it took us ne^arly five hours to 

 find this mountain after we first came in sigJtt of it, 



