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the surface a good stand is obtained. At one spot 

 the waves had worn out a deep cavern, where a 

 dozen men could sleep, protected from the air, and 

 often under foot could be heard the smothered rum- 

 bling of the water as it rushed into deep holes out 

 of sight. Above the bare rocks, which are often 

 fifty feet perpendicular, stretch the sparse under- 

 brush, the stunted evergreens, and the moss-covered 

 granite of the mountains, till they reach an elevation 

 of a thousand feet. Frowning down upon the 

 water stands the Point of Mamainse, a rallying-spot 

 for the summer fogs and winter storms, a landmark 

 to the voyageur, a barrier to the fiercest commotion 

 of the lake, and the upper boundary of Tequamenon 

 Bay, as the confined portion of Lake Superior near 

 its outlet is called. 



It is an extensive promontory, and point after 

 point presented itself to our wearied eyes ; we 

 landed, rose, and lost some fine fish, and killed seve- 

 ral of good size ; but as the wind was adverse, we 

 could not afford to waste time, and pursued our 

 journey till nightfall. 



Next morning we tasted a Batch awaung trout 

 that Frank had salted and smoked by hanging near 

 the fire ; inasmuch as it was green and had not lost 

 its original flavor altogether, it was quite appetiz- 

 ing ; but a smoked trout that has been dried suffi- 

 ciently to keep, is about as hard, unpalatable, and 

 indigestible a morsel as man can put in his mouth. 

 It has neither the flavor of the mackerel nor the 

 richness of the cod, and not the slightest pretence 



