Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1844-09-19
z - From the N Y. Tribune.
A ride through the FOrest-Lake
SCENERY OF CENTRAL NEW york,

a e From the N Y. Tribune.
A ride through the Forest-Lake
SCENERY OF CENTRAL NEW york.
The Back Woods Long Lake, Aug. IS.
Long Lake is not thirty miles long, as
1 was constantly informed. l have been
twice the entire length oft, and rowed
nearly the whole distance once myself
(which you would say would not incline
me TO shorten the miles, and It is not over
Is miles on the most liberal allowance.
l wish could convey 10 you some idea
of the lake scenery Of this region.
have seen many Of the most beautiful
Lakes Of hath hemispheres, and believe
that the wild, untrodden and Alpine re-
gion of Hamilton County furnishes as
beautiful sheets Of water. encompassed by
as grand and lovely and varied scenery
as any part Of the world. Pass down
Long Lake, folded in by its massive and
forest covered mountains, dotted with
islands which in turn are crowned with
lofty pine trees, rising like solid walls Of
green far up into the heavens or floa,
over the silver bosom of the Racket
Lake, all scolloped up so that I defy you
to obtain the faintes, idea of its shape or
SIZE. will say nothing of the Forked
Lake, those SIamese twins amid the
mountains. though | could like to speak
Of Ragged Lake, with its inconceivably
clear waters and its fairy isIends, open
ing and shutting on you as you pass IN
bewildering confusion, and each stand
ing on marble base and crowned with
evergreen trees. But will defer it all
to another time, when | shall give the
best route for travellers to reach this un-
inhabited region.
Our company consisted of four--Mr.
W-d. young cIergymen, whom !
persuaded TO try bivouacking in the forest
instead Of Saratoga Springs for his health
Rife, formerly a merchant in Maiden
lane, but nova thorough backwoodsman,
cutting down forest and putting up mills,
8-c. and Doctor TIL, mounted on horse
back and equipped for rough adventures.
We passed one bright morning from the
more open settlement, which gradually
grew thinner and wilder, until we at
length entered The unbroken forest. Nov
ices in forest life, we forgot to take pro-
visions forihe way SO, after travelling
for nearly thirty miles. we found our
selves on the banks of the Boreas River
Zone of the branches of the Hudson,) wea-
ry and hungry, and twelve miles OF for
est to the nearest clearing. 1t was now
one o'clock, and we had been ia the sad
die since early in the morning. Our hor-
ses needed food and rest, so did we; but
the former was easier obtained for our
beasts than for us. Taking off their sad
dies and tying them head and foot to pre-
vent them straying away, we turned them
loose TO browse in the forest. W--dt
hunted around for berries TO stay his
hunger. while the doctor smoked his pipe
and then peeled off the spruce gum by
way of stomach stayer. Rife and my
self thought Of trying the trout; but the
heavy :imbered and tangled banks for
oduC at dVCCSS W tUO cttCdui CSSSPS
plunging in. HuDgrier than | ever re-
60 have been before, founder
ed through the woods down the stream,
seeking in vain for an opening. until driv'
en- to dcsperation,l pushed into the water.
All this and rigging my line had taken
up much time, so that had hooked but
one trout when rifle shot called me back.
When | reached our resting place. found
my companions all in the saddle and
ready for departure. "What" said |,
" are you going?" "Yes, let US hurry
on" Not H. replied, HiIl | devour this
trout, for I'm well nigh starved. Come,
doctor, strike me 4 fire while ! dress this
fish, So the doctor kindled blaze while
| cut off the trouts head on stone and
spitted him on stick, ready for roasting.
A few minutes in the blaze rendered him
fit for my not over-Lice palate, and l
chewed him with vigor | had never be-
fore exhibited, and, when his tail finally
disappeared, / heaved a sigh like rejec-
ted lover. I looked around IN despair,
Out tHcIc was uOtutIS CiSO O"too'O w W
seen: so mounting my sized, we pushed
on. Struggling along in Indian file, we
we went in sort of hurry scdrry thro'
the forest, saying nothing. but each one
evidently aware that he could not get to
a supper loo soon. Over mountains and
across swamps, through break in the
Adirondac Chain, we urged on our jaded
with nought but the rush of The
wild birds wing and the scared look oil
the pheasant AS he hurried from our path,
to break the monotony of the ride. Yet
this travelling through path in the for
est is right kingIy march. Only think
of riding all day through magnificent
the columns lifting hundred
feet above your head, and crowned with
Corin,hian capitals made after a richer
model than the acan:hus leaf. How the
soul awakes IN this new existence,& cast
ting off fetter after felter that society has
around it,rejoices in broader Free
dom and leaps With new exultant feel