52 East and West 
over a short carry into Forkéd Lake, we 
paddled the length of the latter, only to find 
the mouth of Raquette River so choked with 
logs that further progress was impossible. 
Returning therefore to Raquette, we went 
up Marion River and traversing Ottawana, 
Eagle, and Blue Mountain Lakes, crossed over 
a spur of Blue Mountain and descended to 
Long Lake. 
The larches, which had not yet put forth 
their leaves, gave to the banks of the meander- 
ing Marion River an aspect of wintry desola- 
tion. But at the water’s edge appeared here 
and there the rose-pink buds of the Andromeda 
and when the eye fell upon these, it was no 
longer winter but the fulness of the spring- 
time. In that Stygian region of grey sky 
and dull purple swamp, the lovely Andromeda 
dwelt like a fair spirit in a nether world. 
When Charon ferries us over the stream, it 
will be through no deeper outward gloom than 
encompassed us on the Marion River that 
day—unless perchance there be no Androm- 
eda to grace the shores of the Styx. 
Raquette River and Long Lake constitute 
one of the wilderness highways for the lum- 
bermen, and the rafts of logs which had barred 
our entrance to the river at Forkéd Lake 
