152 THE ADIRONDACK. 



and one deer hunt is very much like another ; and 

 though the excitement is ever new to him who is 

 engaged in them, they have no freshness in the de- 

 scription. 



Long Lake is one of the most beautiful sheets of 

 water I ever floated over, and its frame-work of moun- 

 tains becomes the glorious picture. No artist has 

 ever yet visited it ; and alas, as I have no skill with 

 the pencil, its beauties, like the "rose in the wdl- 

 derness," must, for a Avhile, blush unseen. I never 

 saw a more beautiful island than " Round Island," as 

 it is called, situated midway of the lake. As you 

 look at it from above or below, it appears to stand 

 between two promontories, whose green and rounded 

 points are striving to reach it as they push boldly. out 

 into the water; while, with its abrupt, high banks, 

 from which go up the lofty pine trees, it looks like a 

 huge green cylinder, sunk there endwise, in the 

 waves. I wished I owned that island — it would be 

 pleasant to be possessor of so much beauty. 



Mitchell went yesterday to the foot of this lake to 

 meet his father and sister, who were on the way to 

 visit him. They had started some time before, a 

 hundred and fifty miles distant, in a bark canoe, and 



