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us? Surely yonder sentinel towering up at the 

 head of the lake is not one of them, for that the 

 foot of man has never trod, nor yet those twin sis- 

 ters on our left. Where is the " debris" the slabs 

 and sawdust that denote the lumberman's camp? 

 Surely not in the clear sparkling streams that pour 

 their waters into this grand reservoir of nature. 

 Fie, Mr. Murray ! you didn't know what you were 

 writing about ; and, faith, I hope you never will. 



We must leave preachers and preaching, for 

 here we are at the landing. That building at the 

 foot of the lake, which has such a civilized look 

 about it, is Joe Whitney's camp ; and a fine one it 

 is too, and beautifully situated, as you can see. Call 

 there some time in passing : if Joseph is at home, 

 you will find the latch-string on the outside, and a 

 sportsman's welcome ; if not at home, brother Cole 

 will do the honors, and accept from you any news- 

 papers that you have brought along. 



But come, pick up some light baggage, and let 

 us find our camp ; for it is getting late, and Joe may 

 be cross when he sees a woman coming. Joe is 

 our cook, .A French Canadian, of seventy summers 

 and nearly as many winters, and who has been 

 here for about twenty-five years : we will tell you 

 some of his eccentricities in our next chapter. 

 But no, Joe is not cross, for there is not a fisher- 

 man in camp, and he is getting lonesome. 



