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to live in the Klamath Marsh near by and to have many servants 

 who could take at will the forms of eagles and antelopes. 



War broke out, so the Indian legend says, between Llao and Skell 

 and Skell was captured. The monsters from the lake tore out his 

 heart and played ball with it, tossing it back and forth from mountain 

 top to mountain top. But it was caught in the air by one of Skell's 

 eagles and by him passed to one of Skell's antelopes, and by him 

 passed to others who finally escaped with it. 



Skell's body miraculously grew again around his heart and, in 

 time, he captured Llao, and tore his body into fragments which he 

 tossed into the lake. The giant crawfish, thinking them fragments 

 of Skell's body, devoured them greedily. But when, last of all, Llao's 

 head was thrown in, the monsters recognized it and would not eat it. 



The remains of Llao's head remain to-day sticking out of the 

 water of Crater Lake. Some Indians still look upon it with awe, but 

 scientists recognize it as the little cone described above. Its name 

 is Wizard Island. 



Another legend describes the strength-giving power of the water. 

 A band of Klamath Indians came unexpectedly upon the rim and 

 ran away in terror. But one, braver than the others, remained to 

 gaze upon its beauty. He lit a camp fire and slept. 



Again and again he returned. One day he ventured to the water's 

 edge. After many moons he dared even to bathe in the lake, and 

 was filled with great strength. He told his tribe, and, after many 

 moons, others came and bathed and were strengthened. Then all 

 the tribe bathed in the waters and became wonderfully strong. 



But finally Llao had his revenge. His monsters siezed the brave 

 who first ventured, bore him to the highest part of the rim and tore 

 his body into small pieces. The spot where this was done is to-day 

 called Llao Rock. 



PHANTOM SHIP AND WIZARD ISLAND. 



Crater Lake is one of the most beautiful spots in America. The 

 gray lava rim is remarkably sculptured. The water is remarkably 

 blue, a lovely turquoise along the edges, and, in the deep parts, seen 

 from above, extremely dark. The contrast on a sunny day between 

 the unreal, fairylike rim across the lake and the fantastic sculptures at 

 one's feet, and, in the lake between, the myriad gradations from 

 faintest turquoise to deepest Prussian blue, dwells long in the memory. 



Unforgettable, also, are the twisted and contorted lava formations 

 of the inner rim. A boat ride along the edge of the lake reveals these 

 in a thousand changes. At one point near shore a mass of curiously 

 carved lava is called the Phantom Ship because, seen at a distance, 

 it suggests a ship under full sail. The illusion at dusk or by moon- 



