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waves now ran quite high, and we should have been 
obliged to go round somewhat, but beyond this point we 
had comparatively smooth water. You can commonly 
go along one side or the other of a lake, when you can¬ 
not cross it. 
The Indian was looking at the hard-wood ridges from 
time to time, and said that he would like to buy a few 
hundred acres somewhere about this lake, asking our 
advice. It was to buy as near the crossing place as pos¬ 
sible. 
My companion and I having a minute’s discussion on 
some point of ancient history, were amused by the atti¬ 
tude which the Indian, who could not tell what we were 
talking about, assumed. He constituted himself umpire, 
and, judging by our air and gesture, he very seriously 
remarked from time to time, “ you beat,” or “ he beat.” 
Leaving a spacious bay, a northeasterly prolongation 
of Chamberlain Lake, on our left, we entered through a 
short strait into a small lake a couple of miles over, 
called on the map Telasinis , but the Indian had no dis¬ 
tinct name for it, and thence into Telos Lake, which he 
called Paytaywecomgomoc , or Burnt-Ground Lake. This 
curved round toward the northeast, and may have been 
three or four miles long as we paddled. He had not 
been here since 1825. He did not know what Telos 
meant; thought it was not Indian. He used the word 
66 SpoJcelogan ” (for an inlet in the shore which led no¬ 
where), and when I asked its meaning said that there 
was “ no Indian in ’em.” There was a clearing, with a 
house and barn, on the southwest shore, temporarily oc¬ 
cupied by some men who were getting the hay, as we 
had been told; also a clearing for a pasture on a hill on 
the west side of the lake. 
