XIV 



LATE SUMMER IN THE ADIRONDACKS 



ON the very northern border of the 

 Adirondacks, west of Lyon Moun- 

 tain, Upper Chateaugay Lake stretches 

 north and south between the surrounding 

 hills. This wonderfully beautiful lake 

 lies like a gentle maiden clasped in the 

 wide-reaching arms of her wooer, the cloud- 

 kissed mountain. As on the heart of a 

 maiden is imprinted the face of her watch- 

 ful lover, so on the lake's surface one sees, 

 when her face is wrapped in serenity, the 

 profile of the distant peak. 



The whole picture looking out across 

 the blue waters, over which a great bald 

 eagle or an osprey might be soaring, was 

 one of tranquillity. Above Bluff Point 

 rises the crest of " Painter Hill " with 

 its burnt forest to the north. Birch Hill, 

 directly opposite, shuts out the ore-bed 

 and the iron mine on Lyon Mountain's 



