RAQUETTE EIVER. loo 



seems to swing on its bow as on a pivot, and comes 

 round with a swirling sound. A snake in motion is a 

 straight line compared to it. In one place it is only 

 three rods across a neck of land to the creek again, 

 while following the channel, it is a mile to the same* 

 point. In the fall there is good fishing in this creek. 

 Brown, the sculptor, told me that here or near by he 

 once took from a single pool, as fast as he could cast his 

 line, thirty trout that weighed sixty pounds. 



At length we twisted out of this snarled-up stream, 

 and shot forth upon the dark bosom of the Raquette, 

 which we were to follow twenty miles through the 

 solemn forest before leaving it for Great Tupper's Lake. 

 The Raquette River is a broad stream, and flowing 

 through a level country and over a sandy bed, presents 

 a smooth surface, and sweeps noiselessly on through the 

 silent forest. There is something exceedingly solemn 

 and impressive in thus moving on hour after hour, 

 hemmed in by those walls of green that leave you but a 

 narrow strip of sky overhead, and which bends and 

 turns with the rushing stream. 



Yours truly. 



