The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1847-09-02

was as follows, and was in keeping with the
picture which the minstrel, the freight, and
the rude cabin presented.
We parted in silence, we parted at night,
On the banks Of that lonely river;
Where the shadowy trees their boughs unite
| We met, and we parted torevcr,-
The night bird sanr and the stars above
Told many q touching story,
Of friends long passed to the mansions of rest
Where the soul wears her mantle of glory.
We parted in silence-our cheeks were wet
BY the tears that were past cOntrolling;-
| We vowed we would never no never forget
And those VOWS at the time were conSoliug--
| But the lips that echoed my VOWS
Are as cold as that lonely river;
The sparkling eye, the spirits shrine,
Has shrouded its fire forever.
And now on the midnight sky look,
| My eyes grow full with weeping
| Each star to me is a sealed book,
Some tale Of thatloved one keeping
We parted in silence, we parted in tears
On the banks of that lonely liver,
But the odor and bloom of by-gone years
Shall hang DER its waters forever.
But sleep,the 'dearmother offresh thoughts
and joyous health soon folded the singer
and his listeners III her embrace, and with
the rising sun we entered upon the labors Of
another day, While the fiddler prepared our
breakfast, Govt of the few trout which GER
tain beaStly robbers had not stolen during the
night) the ritleman went out and killed a
large hare, and took sketch of the cabin
where we had lodged.
After breakfast we shouldered our KNAPP
sacks and started for the Hudson. VI c struck
this noble river at the embryo city of Taha-
wus where we found log house and an un-
finished saw MILL Here we also discovered
canoe with which we boarded and naviga-
ted the stream to Lake Sanford. This por-
ton of the uadson is not more than one hum
dred feet broad, but quite deep and pictur-
esque. On leaving our canoe, we took our
way up mountain road, and after walking
about four miles we came out upon an eleva-
ted clearing Of some two hundred acres, in
the centre Of which was a solitary log cabin
with retinue Of out-houses-and this was
the famous Newcomb Farm.
The attractions ofths spot are manifold for
it lies in the vicinity of Moose Lake and Lake
Della, and commands the finest distant pros
poet ofthe Adirondac mountains which has
yet been discovered.
Moose Lake lies at the west of the Farm.
and about six miles distant.-Itis cmbosomed
among mountains, and is the fountain head 0
the Cold River, which empties into the St.
Lawrence. In form it is so nearly round, |
that its entire shore may be seen at one view
the bottom is covered with white sand, and !
the water is perfectly cold and perfectly |
clear.-Considering its size, it is said to con-
tain more trout than any lake in this wilder |
ness, and it is also celebrated as watering |
place for deer and moose In fishing from
the shore, one of our party caught no less than
forty pounds of trout in about two hours. |
There were two varieties, and they varied |
from one to three pounds in wcight.-Our |
guide to this lake, where we encampcd for
one night, was Steuben Hewitt, the keeper
of the Newcomb Farm, who is quite a hun
ter. This woodsman got the notion into his |
head, that he must have yenison steak for
his banquet We had already seen some half
dozen deer walking along the opposite mar
gin Of the lake, but Steuben told US that he !
would wait until after dark to capture his !
game He also told us that the deer were in
the habit Of visiting the wilder lakes Of this |
region at night, for the purpose Of escaping .
the tormenting flies f.; and as he spoke so con-
fidently Of what he intended to accomplishing |
awaited his effort with q degree of anxiety |
Soon as the quiet night had fairly set in, he !
shipped himself on board q wooden canoe,
Ca rcl1ety affair, originally bequeathed to this .
lake by some departed lndian,) in the bow Of
which was a fire jack or torch holder. Sep ,
arating this machine from himself, as he sat in
the centre Of the canoe, wasa kind Of screen |
made of bark, which was sufficiently elevated .
to allow him to fire his gun from underneath !
and in this predicament, with loaded rifle .
by his side, did he paddle into the lake.
After floating upon the water for one hour, in .
perfect silence, he finally heard a splashing |
near the shore, and Immediately lighting his !
torch he noiseleSsly proceeded in the direction
of the sound, where he discovered beautiful |.
deer standing knee deep in the water, and
looking at him in perfect wonder. The poor
creature could see nothing before it but the
mysterious light, and while standing in the
most interesting attitude imaginable, the .
hunter raised his rifle and shot him through
the heart. In half an hour from that time .
the carcass of the deer was hanging from
dry limb near our camp fire, and | was lee I
turing the hard-hearted hunter on the cruel ,
of the forest To all Of my remarks, howev-
err he replied: They were given to us for
food, and it matters not how we kill them
Lake Della, through which you have to .
pass in going to Moose Lake, lies about two
miles west Of the Newcomb Farm. 1t is four
miles long and less than one mile in width,
and completely surrounded with wood-crown-
ed hills. Near the central portion, this lake
is quite narrow and so shallow that a rude
bridge has been thrown across for the accom-
mediation of the Farm people. The water un
der this bridge is only about four feet deep,
and this was the only spot in the lake whore
| followed my fayorite recreation. Visited
it on one occasion with my companions late
in the afternoon, when the wind was blowing,
and we enjoyed rare sport in angling for sal
mon trout as well as a large species Of the
common trout. do not know the number
that we took, but | well remember that VIC
had more than we could conveniently carry.
Usually the salmon trout arc only taken in
deep water, but in this and Moose Lake, they
seem to be as much at home in shallow as in I
deep water. On one occasion l visited Lake