XXV. 



TH Q-BO-WTH op AMBRIOA. ITS PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTORB. 

 A WOODMAN'S IDEA OF EXPANSION 



WE rested for an hour, within the shadow of the 

 mountain, near the south-western margin of the 

 Lower Saranac. Though the day had been exceed- 

 ingly hot and sultry, it was delightfully cool and 

 pleasant here. The leaves stood still on the trees, and 

 no wave ruffled the bosom of the lake. The shore 

 was piled up with boulders, and the bottom, destitute 

 of grass and weeds, and covered with clean smooth 

 stones, shelved away into the deep waters, wherein we 

 could see, as we looked over the side of the canoe, 

 abundance of trout glancing and sporting beneath us. 

 We did not trouble them. We were too indolent, 

 and happy for that. I can conceive of no paradise, to 

 one who is pressed by no care, who loves quiet, who 

 has a taste for wild, natural scenery, like that of float- 



