REMINISCENT TALES 



This gem of inland waters has a bewitch- 

 ing charm of its own, and in contour and 

 colour differs greatly from the other lochs 

 that abound in the vicinity. 



A narrow, rough, and choked pathway, 

 hardly worthy of being called a road, 

 abruptly branches from the highway like 

 some forsaken and aged trail that might 

 have been used by lumbermen in the winter 

 season. It winds up hill and down dell for 

 at least three miles. In many of the low 

 places, crossed by small streams, the over- 

 flow has made muck holes difficult of navi- 

 gation. The rocky shore of the lake itself 

 ends the trail. 



The observer views a broad sheet of 

 sparkling, rippling waters, circular in out- 

 line. At different segments of the huge 

 bowl masses of thick pine growth throw 

 deep shadows on the surface. Patches of 

 white birches give light and color to other 

 portions, while bending bush bedecks the 

 lowlands in a medley of vivid greens, pro- 

 ducing a variety of shadings perfectly 

 blended. 



At first glance this circle gives the impres- 

 sion of completeness, but careful inspection 

 shows at either end juttings of thickly wooded 



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