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them, Blue Mountain and Tallow Lakes, pouring a 

 stream of crystal into its bosom. The south inlet is 

 a river of such magnitude that it can be navigated 

 for eight miles by a boat of a ton's burthen. The 

 third is Brown's inlet, of almost half the size of the 

 former. 



Imagine this broad expanse of water in the midst 

 of a vast wilderness, dotted with islands, with deep 

 bays fringed with green — bold slopes reaching to the 

 clouds, clothed with green — distant mountains en- 

 folding mountains, all waving with the same rich 

 verdure — blue peaks dreaming far away, and far up 

 in the heavens, and not a sign of vegetation — not 

 a boat to break the solitude, and you will have 

 some idea of the sights that meet you at every 

 turn, charming the soul into pleasure. 



Thus rowing along, with no living thing but the 

 wild bird, and wilder deer, which has come down from 

 the mountains to drink, and raises his head as the 

 sound of your voice is borne to his ear, to interrupt 

 the Sabbath quietness around, you at length come 

 in sight of " Indian Point," so called because there 

 was once an Indian settlement upon it. Now two 

 huts are standing there, looking like oases in the 



