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seaward, while just beyond a wild lagoon winds far 

 inland, now broad and again growing narrower, until 

 it terminates in a shady cavern, the roof of which ia 

 composed of the branches of tall trees lovingly inter 

 twined, forming an arbor of the densest shade, 

 and most refreshing coolness. Here a sandy beach, 

 shining in the sunlight, along which the little waves 

 ripple, and from which the deer-paths wind away 

 among the willows and alders that skirt it. Here, a 

 sudden and bold descent in the bottom, leaving above 

 it waters of unknown depths, in which the lake-trout 

 makes his home. There a bar stretches far out from 

 the shore, upon which rushes and the tall grasses 

 grow, and further still the brilliant pond-lily glistens 

 in its pure whiteness, like a star resting on the bosom 

 of the waters. To the south-west Mount Lyon rears 

 his tall head to the clouds ; standing like a gigantic 

 sentinel overlooking forest and lake, and watching in 

 moveless silence the wilderness around him. 



But few sportsmen have ever penetrated to this 

 lake, and its waters swarm with trout. They have 

 never learned to beware of the "fly," nor been taught 

 to distrust the perilous hook. In their simplicity they 

 take feathers and silk for the gadfly, and the miller, 



