XXIII. 



THE 3 ESUIT'S JOURNAL. WILD BULLS AND Cows, WITH ANTLERS 

 LIKE THJE STAG. THE " TAMINO" OF THE INDIANS. 



THE wind died away as the sun went down, to 

 a perfect calm. The lake lay there in perfect stillness, 

 its surface unruffled by a wave. It is impossible to 

 describe the beauty of a calm, clear evening, on one 

 of these lakes. The shadows of the mountains, and 

 of the tall forest trees, reach out farther, and are re- 

 flected with a deeper and deeper shade, as the night 

 approaches, from the depths of the quiet waters. The 

 little bays, and wooded indentations along the shore, 

 grow darker, and more solemn, while the mountain 

 peaks stand out with a bolder, and sharper outline, 

 against the sky. Each forest sound becomes more and 

 more distinct, as the general hum of life sinks away 

 into silence. Star after star steals out in its bright- 

 ness, until all the " candles of the sky" are lighted, 



