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fish turned his orange belly to the surface, and ceased to 

 struggle. He was drowned. 



We had in the morning directed the boatman in charge 

 of the baggage to go on in advance, and erect our tents on 

 an island in Eound Lake. When we entered this beautiful 

 sheet of water, about four o'clock, we saw the white tents 

 standing near the shore of the island, with a column of 

 smoke curling gracefully up among the tall trees that 

 overshadowed them. When we arrived, we found every- 

 thing in order. They were pitched in a pleasant spot, 

 looking out to the west over the water, while within were 

 beds of green boughs from the spruce and fir trees, and 

 bundles of boughs tied up like faggots for pillows. Our 

 first dinner in the wilderness was a pleasant one, albeit the 

 cookery was somewhat primitive. With fresh venison and 

 trout, seasoned with sweet salt pork, we got through with it 

 uncomplainingly. 



This little lake is a gem. It is, as its name purports, 

 round, some four miles in diameter, surrounded by an 

 amphitheatre of hills, beneath whose shadows it reposes 

 in placid and quiet beauty. On the northeast, Ballface 

 Mountain rears its tall head far above the intervening 

 ranges, while away off in the east Mount Marcy and Mount 

 Seward stand out dim and shadowy against the sky. 

 Nearer are the Keene Ranges, ragged and lofty, their bare 

 and rocky summits glistening in the sunlight, while nearer 

 still the hills rise, sometimes with steep and ragged acclivity, 

 and sometimes gently from the shore. Here and there a 



