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THE MAINE WOODS. 
you can jump from the top, many hundred feet, into the 
water, which makes up behind the point. A man on 
board told us that an anchor had been sunk ninety fath¬ 
oms at its base before reaching bottom 1 Probably it 
will be discovered erelong that some Indian maiden 
jumped off it for love once, for true love never could 
have found a path more to its mind. We passed quite 
close to the rock here, since it is a very bold shore, and 
I observed marks of a rise of four or five feet on it. 
The St. Francis Indian expected to take in his boy here, 
but he was not at the landing. The father’s sharp eyes, 
however, detected a canoe with his boy in it far away 
under the mountain, though no one else could see it. 
“ Where is the canoe ? ” asked the captain, “ I don’t see 
it” ; but he held on, nevertheless, and by and by it hove 
in sight. 
We reached the head of the lake about noon. The 
weather had, in the meanwhile, cleared up, though the 
mountains were still capped with clouds. Seen from this 
point, Mount Kineo, and two other allied mountains rang¬ 
ing with it northeasterly, presented a very strong family 
likeness, as if all cast in one mould. The steamer here 
approached a long pier projecting from the northern 
wilderness, and built of some of its logs, — and whistled, 
where not a cabin nor a mortal was to be seen. The 
shore was quite low, with fiat rocks on it, overhung with 
black ash, arbor-vitas, etc., which at first looked as if 
they did not care a whistle for us. There was not a 
single cabman to cry “ Coach! ” or inveigle us to the 
United States Hotel. At length a Mr. Hinckley, who 
has a camp at the other end of the “ carry,” appeared 
with a truck drawn by an ox and a horse over a rude 
log-railway through the woods. The next thing was to 
