XXIII. 



RAQUETTE LAKE NUMBER OF ITS TROUT A HUNTER's 



LOVE FOR AN EAGLE FIERCE STRUGGLE BETWEEN AN 



EAGLE AND A SALMON. 



Raquette Lake, August. 

 Dear H : 



It is only about a mile and a half from Crotched or 

 Forked to Raquette Lake. For about three quarters 

 of a mile up the inlet, where Mitchell shot the 

 deer the first night we arrived at Forked Lake, it is 

 fair rowing to the falls — then for a half a mile you are 

 compelled to shoulder your boats. But at length the 

 beautiful sheet of Raquette Lake opens on the view, 

 shining like an opal amid an interminable mass of 

 green. Stretching away for nearly thirteen miles, it 

 lies embosomed in the unshorn shores, and reflecting 

 in its pellucid depths the clouds, as they float over the 

 heavens which seem immeasurably high hero in this 



