House and Garden 
boutonnk’s inn- 1668 
waters of the lake; the passing of great ships is 
marked hy an overhanging cloud of smoke where 
once passed the little hark of La Salle; now and 
again will be seen also, other types of lake vessels, 
not, perhaps, so speedy hut lending themselves more 
readily to the artist’s needs. On either side, hut 
miles away, the veins of modern commerce throb with 
what we call progressive civilization, which, after all, 
is only an exciting game in which death holds the 
odds; from this the vdlage seems to hold itself and 
stands, an unpretending 
remnantof anothertime, 
on a ledge overlooking 
the lake, where the water 
succeeding glacial times 
lay fathoms deep over 
the broad level plains 
that stretch away to the 
foothills. It has been 
for years an attractive 
spot for artists and art 
students who always 
leave with a feeling of regret and a resolution 
to come again; the old lighthouse is always a 
tempting morsel for more or less ambitious can¬ 
vases, the tower still standing like a dignified 
sentinel looking down upon the harbor with an 
eye that does not see. I he light is blind. The 
fishermen now hang their nets to dry where dock 
and warehouse stood; ceaselessly fly the gulls with 
now and then their melancholy notes; the air is 
permeated with the perfume of sweet scented vine¬ 
yards, and a few sails, 
still idly flapping in the 
evening breeze, reflect 
the last rays of depart¬ 
ing day. Majestic float- 
in g palaces on the 
water side, and mas¬ 
todons of the rail on 
land, grind back and 
forth while many an old 
forgotten hulk lies rot¬ 
ting in the sand. 
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