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THE ADIRONDACK. 



and thus grew in a horizontal direction instead of an 

 upright one. The effect of such a strange growth 

 along the shore, is singular in the extreme. 



As we passed leisurely up the lake — now glancing 

 away from an island — now steering along the narrow 

 channel which separated two, we saw a white gull sit- 

 ting on a solitary rock that just appeared above the 

 water. I ascertained afterwards, that he sat there day 

 after day, watching for fish. His nest was on the 

 island near. 



Coming near another island, Cheney rested a mo- 

 ment on his oars, and said, "here Mr. Ingham made 

 a picture of the lake." 



But all journeys must end, and we at length, after 

 forcing our way up the narrow and shallow inlet, found 

 ourselves at the Adirondack Iron Works — the loneliest 

 place a hammer ever struck in. Forty miles to a post 

 office or a mill — flour eight dollars a barrel, and com- 

 mon tea a dollar a pound in these woods, in the very 

 heart of the Empire State ! These quarries were dis- 

 covered by an Indian, and made known by him to Mr. 

 Henderson, who paid him, I believe, two shillings a 

 day, and found him in tobacco, to take him in where 

 the water poured over an " iron dam." From this to 



