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towards Coleby's Pond, or Lake. This lake is some 

 two or three miles distant from the Lower Saranac. 

 We found a canoe at the head of a little bay that ex- 

 tended landward, beneath the branches of some old 

 elms that formed a green arch over the water, shutting 

 out the sun-light, and making an arbor as delightfully 

 cool and sweet, as the imagination can conceive. These 

 little bays, are the most beautiful spots in nature. 

 There is a romantic sort of pleasure in letting the 

 water-craft, in which you are seated, float away into 

 one of them, in the heat of the da}^, and beneath the 

 branches of the brave old trees, whose spreading arms 

 and clustering foliage give you a shade that a Houri 

 might envy, light your segar, and give yourself up to 

 the luxury of repose. 



In the night, we shot a fine young deer, as he was 

 feeding in the water. This pond, or lake, is some 

 three or four miles in circumference, and, like all the 

 other lakes in this region, abounds in trout. The 

 weather continuing exceedingly warm and sultry, we 

 felt in no hurry to leave this beautiful sheet of water. 

 It was the last of the series, and we resolved to re- 

 main quiet, for a day or two, and as Tiicker expressed 

 it, take things easy. 



