as mountains go, hut it is good while it lasts. With a 

 sudden twist it tears itself loose from the dense forest 

 growth and leaves one standing a little awe struck 

 upon the brink of a cliff. Inevitably the first look is 

 downward. Far below, unbelievably far it looks, lies 

 the lake, nested in the forest clad hills and distinctly 

 reflecting every fleecy cloud in the heavens. The lake 

 seems to edge in under the cliff just as the cliffs, when 

 seen from below, seemed to overhang the lake, but a 

 stone thrown far out over the cliff never reaches the 

 water. 



The gaze, raised at last from those fascinating depths, 

 roams on and on over those jagged green hills of Can- 

 ada. It is not a scene at which one can glance and 

 turn away. We sank down in silence on the mossy 

 rocks and looked our fill. Subconsciously we saw the 

 myriad animal life behind that leafy screen, and saw 

 the canoes of the far flung scouts of the mighty Iroquois 

 stealing along in the shadow of the shore on their way 

 to raid the Sioux. 



The timber shut off the view to the south, but from 

 an improvised tower that cleared the trees the view was 

 unobstructed. Far back over the trail we had come 

 we could see the hills of day before yesterday. Pine 

 Mountain and the last rim hills that cut off the view of 

 Miperior. Hills and forests and jagged cliffs, but never 

 ;i trace of the myriad lakes that we know are around 

 us on every side. 



We returned to our little cabin with an increased re- 

 spect for the land we were in and a greater desire to 

 explore it further. So ended the third day out. 



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