Sketch of Dr. John Locke. — WincheU. 351 
cylindric and groined galleries, supported by peculiar columns, having 
a distinct resemblance to the Egyptian, communicating both with the 
right wing and with the grand dome. The form of the columns is that 
of two elongated bells, with the two small ends joined to form the mid- 
dle of the shaft: or, to detail the figure, it is expanded at the top like 
an inverted bell, contracting rapidly as it descends, and, by a gradual 
curve, becomes nearly cylindric for some distance; and again it con- 
tracts, on a gradual curve, till it comes almost to a point, where it 
meets the same figure reversed. This form is essentially beautiful, be- 
ing a solid, generated by rotation of Hogarth's sigmoid line of grace. 
To explain the mode of its formation would lead to too long a discus- 
sion. 
Our most active and frolicsome half-breed voyager had waded the 
water and, without our perceiving him, had entered the labyrinth. To 
our surprise he thrust his head out of a hole in the wall of the grand 
dome and uttered a hideous growl. His companions instantly took up 
the drama of the beast in his den. and hurled a volley of stones at him. 
Darting back, Legarde presented his head at another opening and defied 
his pursuers with a still fiercer snarl. Instantly there followed another 
volley, another evasion, and another peal of laughter echoed back from 
the dome. I labored hard until dark, and then discovered a new dan- 
ger in making it my place of rest. I found a great part of the interior 
of the cave to be lined with a shell of stone, loosened by last winter's 
frost, and ready, at all points, to fall with crushing force. Going back 
to the farthest recess of the dormitory arch, I knocked off all the loose 
stones, propped up my cot on piles of rocks and composed myself to 
sleep, not unmindful, as I laid down, that the canopy of my bed was of 
solid stone 200 feet thick, with a forest of fir trees on top as the orna- 
mental fringe. About midnight I arose, lighted a candle, built a tire, 
and walked forward with my lantern to the farthest block of stone. 
Here I gazed at the great star-lighted window, presented by the portal 
arch: and, as I stood, the polar star just twinkled on the verge of the 
opening, making the angular altitude equal to the latitude of the place. 
Again I laid down in the dormitory and listened to the dirge-like music 
of the ripple as it, kissed the rocky fragments and danced into the laby- 
rinths. In such situations there is often a mirage of sound as wonder- 
ful as that of light. The discords seemed to be absorbed, and the har- 
monious notes are echoed and reverberated with more enchanting spells 
than belong to the jsolian. Commingled with the dirge ( ,i 1( . imagines 
imitations of cascades, hail, rain and storms. This was pianissimo. 
The fortissimo would be witnessed when the northern storm should 
drive the thunder of the great lake into the grand portal. Suppose this 
was to have happened while 1 was a tenant, it was really what I desired. 
An avalanche of rock sufficient to have crushed a city had fallen just 
outside of the left arch and laid rudely piled to the highl of 50 feet. 
Thither I would have retreated to witness the bloodless battle of the 
elements: for a long war has been waged between waves and rocks, in 
which the rocks, so far, have been obliged to yield. Morning came, and, 
