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fallen from above. At the head of this little bay 

 stands a tall old hemlock, " dead at the top," on which 

 sat a great eagle, surveying calmly the " waste of 

 waters," and which, when he saw us, leapt upwards 

 from his perch, and circling round and round in his 

 upward flight, then soared proudly away over the 

 mountains. We paused a few minutes, by the mouth 

 of a little stream, that had its origin in an exceeeding- 

 ly cold spring a few rods from the shore, to throw for 

 trout. We found them abundant, and very active in 

 taking the fly. We threw only for experiment, and 

 having become satisfied, we returned the half dozen 

 that we caught to the water, and passed out into the 

 lake. At the head of the lake, Bog river enters. It 

 is a large stream, though a small river, and comes cas- 

 cading down from a level plateau, some sixty feet 

 above the level of the lake. And herein is one of the 

 singularities of the formation of this region of country. 

 It seems to consist of a succession of planes or pla- 

 teaux, rising one above the other, each having its 

 series of lakes and ponds, the upper discharging their 

 waters down steep declivities, or short rapids, to the 

 level next below, and so on from plain to plain, until 

 the drainage of all, flows off in a broad river towards 



