122 HILLS AND LAKES. 



This lake affords little pasture for the deer. Its 

 shores are bold, and it produces none of the lilies and 

 grasses, which so abound in the other lakes we had 

 visited. We found a canoe here that had been left 

 adrift, or had been floated away from its hiding place. 

 It lay upon the beach, as if it had drifted there when 

 the waters were high, and was left high and dry when 

 they receded. It was without oars or paddles ; the 

 latter, however was soon hewn out by my guide, and 

 we launched it, for a voyage round the lake. We 

 spent the balance of the day on this beautiful sheet of 

 water, and slept in a shantee on its shore. Here, for 

 the first time, we had no prospect of taking a deer, 

 from such as should come to the water to feed ; but, 

 we were not, therefore, to be without venison. I have 

 before said that Shack had a sprinkling of the Stag 

 Hound in his veins, and would as a consequence, fol- 

 low a track not as staunch, certainly, as one of purer 

 blood, but sufficiently long to satisfy our purpose here. 

 So long as he would follow, he kept his game in active 

 play, and his half hour always made a deer exceed- 

 ingly busy. My guide stationed me at a point where 

 a low ridge terminated in the lake, as the place where 

 the deer would be most likely to take to the water, 



