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 here in this 

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