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The water that was an opaque, milky white at 

 Cleveland, had been growing darker, greener, and 

 clearer, attaining perfect purity ere we reached 

 Lake Superior, and exposing to view objects many 

 feet below its surface. 



Having reached Detour, which is a growing place 

 and will soon have the finest street in the world, at 

 eight o'clock at night, and the channel through Lake 

 George being intricate, the captain announced we 

 could proceed no further that evening, and the pas- 

 sengers generally went ashore to explore the coun- 

 try. The land is low around Detour, though there 

 are clusters of pretty islands, and here for the first 

 did we see the rocky northern formation and the 

 evergreen trees. 



Lake George, which is at the head of Lake Huron, 

 or more properly a part of it, is shallow and muddy. 

 A channel, narrow and of but twelve feet in depth, 

 has been dredged and marked out with stakes ; it is 

 crooked, and will scarcely admit of two vessels pass- 

 ing abreast. The shoal mud-flats were visible in 

 every direction, and our wheels stirred up the bot- 

 tom as we passed. 



It was with a feeling of relief that we escaped 

 from this lake into the deeper and rapid waters of 

 the river Ste. Marie, whose eddying current and 

 bold shores were a pleasant sight, to our eyes wearied 

 with the sameness of lake travel. We had been 

 three nights and almost three days caged in our 

 floating home, and were delighted at the near 

 approach to our destination. We had not heard 

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