THE CHASE. 853 
nor were its contents arranged in a very orderly manner — this 
latter fact to be accounted for, perhaps by the absence of the 
lady. Portions of moose were strewn everywhere ; potatoes were 
heaped in various corners, and nothing seemed to have any cer- 
tain place allotted to it; smoke-dried eels were suspended from 
the rafters in company with strings of moose-fat and dried cakes 
of concrete blueberries and apples. Joe had, however, some idea 
of the ornamental, for parts of the ‘Illustrated News’ and 
‘Punch’ divided the walls with a number of gaudy pictures of 
saints and martyrs. 
‘The repast being over, the Indians strided out, replete, with 
lighted pipes, and paddles in hand, to the beach. Some fresh 
moose meat was placed in the canoe, with a basket of Joe’s 
‘taters,’ which Jim said, ‘’t was hardly any use boiling; they 
were so good, they fell to pieces.’ A little waterproof canvas 
camp was spread over the rolls of blankets, guns, camp-kettles, 
and bags containing the grub, which was strewed at the bottom ; 
and, having seated myself beside them, the Indians stepped 
lightly into the canoe and pushed it off, when, propelled by the 
long sweeping strokes of their paddles, we glided rapidly up the 
lake. 
‘Indian lake is a beautiful sheet of water, nearly ten miles in 
length, and, proportionately, very narrow — perhaps half a mile 
in its general breadth. Rolling hills, steep and covered with 
heavy fir and hemlock wood, bound. its western shore; those on 
the opposite side showing a dreary, burnt country. The maple 
bushes skirting the water were tinged with their brightest au- 
tumnal glow; and in the calm water in coves and nooks on the 
windward side of the lake, the reflections were very beautiful. I 
longed for a cessation of the rain, and a gleam of sunshine across 
the hill-tops, if only to enjoy the scenery as we passed. And cer- 
tainly a seat in a canoe is a very pleasant position from which to 
observe the beauties of lake and river scenery, the spectator being 
comfortably seated on a blanket, or bunch of elastic boughs in the 
bottom of the canoe, — legs stretched out in front, back well sup- 
ported by rolls of blankets, and elbows resting on the gunwale 
on either side. 
“Ah! here is the half-way rock, what the old Indians call the 
Grandmother,’ said Joe, steering the canoe so as to pass close 
alongside a line of rocks which stood out in fantastic outlines from 
the water close to the western shore of the lake. ‘ Here is the 
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