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pressed so close by the hounds that he could not turn 

 back, so, cleaving the air with one wild bound, he 

 plunged into the lake below ; rising to the surface 

 again, he struck boldly out for the opposite shore. A 

 boat that was on the watch, however, started in pursuit 

 and overtook him, but through admiration of his bold 

 and gallant leap, the men captured him alive. Soon 

 after, he managed to escape, but the next year was 

 killed. 



Towards noon we came in sight of Buttermilk Falls, 

 where the water, issuing out of the green forest, shoots 

 a mass of feathery foam into the placid lake below. 

 Before reaching them we stopped at a spring famous 

 in this whole region. It is several feet in diameter, 

 and the bottom dark with the debris of leaves that 

 have fallen into it, except where the water boils up. 

 Here the sand, which is white as snow, is rolled over 

 and over by the force of the jet beneath, and appears 

 like some light, foamy substance. The water is pure, 

 cold, and sweet as ever passed human lips. I wanted 

 to take the spring with me. It is only a few rods 

 around these falls to Bog Eiver, up which our course 

 lay. While' the guides were transporting the boats 

 and baggage across, I rigged my line to take some 



