Still-Paddling 67 
centuries are merely seconds of time, and 
the whole period of human history would not 
constitute a geological minute. The massive 
glacial carving on these ancient monuments of 
the wilderness, however, required whole days 
of geological time. Stone carving of this 
kind was well done here for the ice sheet lin- 
gered in the mountains and there was time 
to complete the work. It was a giant’s task 
to scoop out the bowl of a lake and to cut 
and polish such great bosses of granite— 
equal to all the labours of Hercules. While 
this tremendous work was going on, streams 
from the melting ice, using boulders for 
chisels, cut a series of pot-holes at the base of 
the cliffs as if to finish the massive work 
with this lighter design. 
Exploration of this sort partakes of the 
nature of archeology and as I paddle softly 
around the cliffs over black pools at their 
base, some of them perhaps submerged pot- 
holes, it is as if one were to examine the noble 
ruins of a prehistoric race of giants. To 
paddle day after day in and out the high- 
ways and byways is to make excursions in 
ancient history while exploring the present 
shore of the lake. 
The deer season has opened, but fortunately 
