XI. 



ST. REGIS LAKE. THE BALD EAGLE His HABITS. A PRIZE. 



THE morning broke clear and bright. A bath in 

 the clear cold waters of the lake, and a breakfast be- 

 fore sunrise, nerved us for our day's journey towards 

 the Saranac Lakes, some twenty miles distant. It was 

 by no means our intention to travel all that distance 

 in a single day ; that, would be to turn pleasure into 

 toil. I started from home, with a determination to 

 take things easy, and though prepared for some labor, 

 was Toy no means prepared make that labor over se- 

 vere. As I have before stated, my guide was familiar 

 with, all this wild region, and there was no danger of 

 becoming bewildered ; besides, the country is every- 

 where intersected with streams, and should one be- 

 come " lost in the woods," it would only be necessary 

 to follow one of them and he would be sure to come 



