IV. 



INDIAN LAKK. THE GROUND CEDAR AND THE FAWIT. THE 

 TRO'UT. THE CATAMARAN. THE OWLS 



HAVING broken our fast, we took up our line of 

 march for Indian Lake, another beautiful sheet of 

 water, some eight miles deeper in the wilderness. 

 "Were it not for the constant change of objects and 

 scenery, such a tramp would be anything but pleas- 

 ant. But new sights and new sounds, new birds and 

 new songs, too, are constantly occurring, so that the 

 excitement of novelty robs travel of much of its 

 weariness. Still it requires some nerve on a hot day, 

 to measure miles in the forest, by the repetition of 

 footsteps. It is a thing to be considered, and one who 

 sees no charm in a forest life, who hears no music in 

 the wild notes of the birds, and the sighing of the 

 breezes among the leaves of the greenwood, whose ear 

 is deaf to the voice of the running brook, had better 



