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Ucolor) skim over it, and the peetweets (Totanus macu- 
larius) “teter” along its stony shores all summer. I 
have sometimes disturbed a fishhawk sitting on a white- 
pine over the water; but I doubt if it is ever profaned 
by the wing of a gull, like Fair Haven. At most, it 
tolerates one annual loon. These are all the animals 
of consequence which frequent it now. 
You may see from a boat, in calm weather, near the 
sandy eastern shore, where the water is eight or ten 
feet deep, and also in some other parts of the pond, 
some circular heaps half a dozen feet in diameter by 
a foot in height, consisting of small stones less than a 
hen’s egg in size, where all around is bare sand. At 
first you wonder if the Indians could have formed them 
on the ice for any purpose, and so, when the ice melted, 
they sank to the bottom ; but they are too regular and 
some of them plainly too fresh for that. They are 
similar to those found in rivers; but as there are no 
suckers nor lampreys here, I know not by what fish 
they could be made. Perhaps they are the nests of the 
chivin. These lend a pleasing mystery to the bottom. 
The shore is irregular enough not to be monotonous. 
I have in my mind’s eye the western indented with 
deep bays, the bolder northern, and the beautifully 
scolloped southern shore, where successive capes over¬ 
lap each other and suggest unexplored coves between. 
The forest has never so good a setting, nor is so dis¬ 
tinctly beautiful, as when seen from the middle of a 
small lake amid hills which rise from the water’s edge ; 
for the water in which it is reflected not only makes the 
best foreground in such a case, but, with its winding 
shore, the most natural and agreeable boundary to it. 
There is no rawness nor imperfection in its edge there, 
