182 HILLS AND LAKES. 



those massive walls, in the cool shadows of which, the 

 trout congregate. 



On the left, a beautiful prairie stretches away, 

 skirted by tall trees, and as you look upon it, you can 

 hardly believe that it is not a pleasant meadow, and 

 you wonder where the farm-house, and all the cattle 

 are. Directly before you, are several islands, all 

 covered with evergreens, some high and rocky, others 

 low and seemingly fertile, while here and there an im- 

 mense brown boulder rises from the deep water, to 

 the height of twenty or more feet, on which the eagle 

 and the fish-haw r k alight to devour their prey. There 

 is no marsh, no tangled alders and willows, no swamps 

 around this lake. The shores are all high and bold, 

 piled up with broken rocks, or with a white sandy 

 beach between the water and the woods. When you 

 enter the lake, no signs of human habitation, no evi- 

 dence of civilization is to be seen, and in our voyage 

 round it, we found not a single opening in the old 

 primeval forests. Near the centre of the lake, is a 

 most picturesque island, which is called The Devil's 

 Pulpit, from the singular appearance which it presents, 

 as seen while coming down the lake. This island con- 

 tains some fifteen or twenty acres. Approached from 



