XXV. 



SIGHTS AND SOUNDS BEACH AND WOODS ^A VISIT OP 



THIRTY MILES MADE BY A WOMAN. 



Raquette Lake, August. 

 Dear H : 



You can spend days and weeks around the Ra- 

 quette, sailing over its beautiful waters, penetrating 

 its deep and quiet bays, taking trout at every cast of 

 your line, and killing a deer whenever you choose to 

 put forth the effort. The sun rises on you from this 

 green wilderness fresh as when it first looked on crea- 

 tion, and sets as lovingly in the mass of green, on the 

 western slope, as though it had seen no sin and suf- 

 fering in its course. 



Let the light canoe rock awhile on the tiny waves 

 that this glorious western breeze, redolent with the 

 kiss of leaves, and pure from its long dalliance with 

 nature, has set in motion. The shadows are flitting 



