118 LAKE SUPERIOE. 



fieavy fog settled down upon us, wrapping the hills 

 in its graceful shroud, hanging pendant from the 

 distant rocks and trees, shutting out the lake -from 

 view, covering the bushes with glittering gems, and 

 wetting our thin clothes uncomfortably. As there 

 was too much sea running to fish, we wrapped our- 

 selves up in the water-proofs, and embarking the 

 remnants of our property, set sail for the Sault. 



This was to be our last day on the lake, our last 

 day in the open woods, the last time we were to 

 stand face to face with nature's solitude — and our 

 spirits felt depressed at the prospect. No more 

 sleeping beneath the cool canvas, no more looking 

 out upon the limitless Big-Sea-Water, no more peer- 

 ing up into the silent night, and no more of those 

 thronging thoughts and grateful inspirations that 

 feed the soul in the wilderness. The freedom from 

 rules and restraint was to be laid aside, the easy 

 dress must be replaced by the methodical cut, the 

 manners and acts must be shaped to those of others, 

 and we were to conduct ourselves henceforward 

 according to the received and established pattern. 

 We were approaching civilization, where stiff and 

 stately houses were to limit our views, and man's 

 works shut out those of God. 



The wind soon hauled ahead, and driving back 

 the fog, let down a flood of sunlight on the spark- 

 ling water ; but the current being quite strong in 

 our favor as we approached the outlet, we made 

 good headway, passing in our course a yacht crowd- 

 ed with sportsmen, and under full sail going wing 



