III. 



R4.003D LAKE. A FISHPOND ON THE MOUNTA N. THE BAHX 

 CANOE. A DEER CHASE ON THE WATB'.R. 



I STARTED the next morning for Eagged Lake, 

 some ten miles deeper in tne wilderness. On this ex- 

 pedition we were guided solely by the instinct, or if 

 you please, the judgment of my guide. We found, no 

 path no footsteps or marked trees to point out the 

 way, but through " tangle brush," and over logs felled 

 by the strong winds, we travelled on. 'Ten miles in 

 the wilderness, of a hot summer day, with a rifle, 

 fishing-rod, and basket, is a journey which must not 

 be lightly considered ; a mile, under such circum- 

 stances, requires a multitude of steps and many drops 

 of "the sweat of a man's brow." True, the way is 

 enlivened by the song of the forest bird, the chirp of 

 the squirrel, and the murmuring of the mountain 

 brooks ; still the feet become weary, and the mossy 



