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THE NATURALISTS’ CO^MPANION. 
A Naturalist Canoeing 200 Miles 
in the Adirondacks. 
BY FALCON. 
CHAPTER IX. 
After following the winding course of 
Log River for five or six miles, we sud¬ 
denly came upon a place where the river 
seemed to leave its regular course, and 
drop down into the earth, leaving the 
place of its exit outlined against the 
clear sky. This was Bog River Falls, 
where the river falls about fifty feet into 
Tupper’ s I.ake, over a rocky bed. When 
at a distance, the water dashing over the 
rocks, resemble an immense snow-bank, 
in the midst of the green woods. Pad¬ 
dling past the falls, we entered a little 
canal, and at the end of this, carrying a 
short distance down a steep incline 
brought us to Tup^^ier’s Lake. This lake 
was the largest, and next to the longest 
we had paddled on.^ It is seven miles 
long, and the scenery is very picturesque. 
First paddling to the hotel at the head 
of the lake, we obtained some supplies, 
and thence to a rocky headland, where 
we built a fire and had dinner, after 
which we spent some time in perusing 
a daily paper, about a week old, but it 
was all fresh news to us, as it was the 
first we had seen after leaving Long Lake, 
two weeks before. Packing up our 
cooking utensils again, we got into our 
canoes and started for the foot of the 
lake, at which place there was a hotel 
and quite a settlement. While paddling 
slowly along the shore, I saw a large 
“Raptore” pluming himself. Pointing 
him out to the Professor, who was very 
desirous of obtaining specimens of this 
genus for his collection. He landed, 
but just as he was pre})aring to fire, the 
bird left, much to his disgust. He fol¬ 
lowed him along the shore for a short 
distance, landing once or twice, but all 
his efforts were in vain ; and as he came 
very near lossing his rifle in the water, 
he abandoned the project. We reached 
the hotel late in the afternoon and put 
up for the night. After supper we gath- 
ei'ed around the fire, for the air was 
quite chilly, and amused ourselves with 
the guides, in trying to find who could 
tell the bigest yarn. At last the clock 
struck ten, and we retired, well satisfied 
with the day’s journey. 
CHAPTER X. 
I was up betimes in the morning, and 
as breakfast was not leady, started out 
for a ramble along the shore. I came 
unexpectedly upon a high bank which 
was honeycombed with the nests of the 
Bank Swallow. It being August, and 
past their breeding time, I did not ex¬ 
pect to find any eggs. Judge then of 
my surprise, when on opening a nest I 
found three eggs. They were very, very 
thin shelled, and I presume were laid 
and left as the Swallows departed for the 
South. I looked in several of the other 
holes but found no more eggs. By this 
time I was well covered with dirt so I 
went back to the hotel wheie I found the 
Professor and breskfast both waiting for 
me. Breakfast being over, we were 
again on the water, our destination this 
time being Follingsby’s Pond, where 
we exp^ected to stay over Sunday. After 
a mile more on Tupper’sLake we stiuck 
the Raquet River, down which we pad- 
dled. When we had gone a few miles 
we were overtaken by a steam launch, 
which ran between Sweeny’s Cairy and 
I'upper’s Lake, and invited aboard, 
which we were very glad to do. W’e 
progressed in this way, towing the can¬ 
oes behind, for quite a distance until 
