Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1869-11-10

The waiting angels see and recognize
Inc rich crown jewel, love of Paradise;
, When life falls from us like withered husk
: E1IIsIIls.
NOTES FROM A DIARY.
Carreut River.-Thunder Bay.-Lake
Superior.
EDITOR CHRoNICLE:-At the reouest Of
some Of my friends, and in the belief that
, It will be interesting to many of Your
readers, write you a few extracts from my
diary, about my trip, and from region but
. little known. will begin with my first
Journey in a sail-boat.
Itwas bright and sunny morning. heaven
above was blue, and earth beneath was green.
The Bay glistened like gems in the sunlight:
the early birds poured forth their songs from
the wOOds-alI was brightness and sun
shine.
After hearty breakfast, the Rev.-.a
clergyman from Chicago, and myself, started
out to visit the islands west of the Kaminis-
tiqua river, in company with French Indi-
an and an old trapper by name OF John
Carey, both old explorers and good sailors.
slashing breeze made our boat leap
through the water. the spray flying out from
her bow in showers OF fiaky foam. Like a
| thing of life she answered every motion of
the helm, tossing the white, crested waves
like bird, gliding swiftly down the hollows,
and shipping now and then a little foam
over her sides, and cleaving through the
/ billOws, scattering the froth like pearls and
crystals around her.
| We soon passed the mouth Of the Kamin-
| istiqua and Sheep Island and soon neared
| Pie Island, named from its fancied resem-
blance to a French pie. This island rises
from thewater to the height Of so feet, with
regular and slightly sloping sides like hat.
We cast out our trolling line to fish, but
were obliged TO take 1t in again, our speed
being too great. On our right the shore
presented bold, rocky bluffs, rising out Of
the water, bare Of vegetation, except on the
very top. The view was continually chang
ing, islands surrounding us on all sides
and away in the distance, in the dim outlet,
we see Isle Royale, faint blue streak in the
horizon. Passing swiftly along. we see far
over sunny hills, deep mossy glens; we pass
swift rivers, and where the lake breaks out
Its thunderous pulses on the rocks, We pass
Flenn Island, with all its beauties of hill
and valley, gorge and slopIng lawn and
orchard-like forest. With the field-glass we
could distinguish the picturesque outlines
Of rocky bluffs and hills of the different
islands that we were nearing.
In this region, every change Of atmosphere |
or season of sunlight or cloud, produces a /
different effect. 1t is the same picture al |
ways, but 1t is reproduced to us in other |
eolors; sometimes IL is all black and white |
ike an engraving, again it stands out gIorI- |
GUS in color, richly golden with sunshine, /
showing the sharp outlines of rock and tree: |
the atmosphere is so very clear, and we see |
to great distance. But the day wore on /
and all these colors subsidized and assumed a /
quieter tint. Towards noon we arrived at |
Prince Bay, and landed on a fine gravelly i
beach, in sheltered cove. The luxury Of !
an afternoon rest in our comfortable tent
after partaking OF good dinner, helped us
to forget the outside world, and left us to en-
JOY the solitude Of the grove. After our rest,
John and Ambrose, visited the Prince Mine,
now exhausted; my partner went fishing,
and gave myself up TO the dreamy delight
Of the scene. A little tree-sparrow Grin
0iLla eaHadsJlsis) was pouring out its song,
setting on the arching tree that stretched
out over me its rough arms; he was pouring
forth
'His liquid language
Twittrtng DER his plants and pleasures"
In view Of our camp there rises from the
bosom Of the lake group of islands whose
beauty is scarcely surpassed by the most
romantic scenery Of the Hudson. Emerald
Isles. verdant as they are with the ricn varie-
gated green Of the vegetation, the odorifer-
Gus pine and the rich birch, their rough,
rugged cliffs, MOSAIC wrought with MOSES.
Upon the left Of the little hay, where our
n..s.n
narrow strip Of land. bright green, with its
long waving grass, pushing, 1t seemed. itself
out into the loving embrace OF the clear,
wonderfully transparent water, and the
water in return tapping. kissing the shiny
pebbles Of its shore. love to mediate in
these quiet, calm shades. 1 love the pleas
ure Of solitude; give me but the woods and
field, for find no sweeter or more genuine
happiness than in the contemplation Of ma
ture.
In the afternoon, after the return of our
explorer and our fisher, we rolled up our tent
and again took to our boat. The wind had
mostly died away, leaving Us only a breeze
sufficient TO propeI our craft along. We
passed several rocks and islands on our way,
and towards evening, when near Long
Island, the little breeze left us to take our
changed in the meantime and Iead-colored
clouds began to loom up in the east, we
rowed tillwe came to a rocky, shelving place,
where we camped. We ran our boat upon
the rocks, out of the reach of the water, and
stirred ourselves to make camp and fire.
The air was changing fast, and there was
sullen darkness in the sky, the sun going
angerly down, tinting the clouds with the
aeff Of 11f ha
that murEy, hazy appearance which always
betokensa a change of weather. Our tent was
placed against the slanting ledge, and the
glow of the fire filed 1t with light. We
slipped our coffee that night with a relish,
and listened to the freshening breeze that
began to blow over our heads. A light misty
rain began to fall, and a dense fog enveloped
us, and night threw her gloomy shade over
all. We replenished our fire by the addition
OF big logs, and then retired; before went
to sleep it had set in a regular rain. We
slept sOundly, and thus the night wore on.
At five o'clock John began TO stir himself
then he woke US up. II was blowing hard,
and raining heavily, even under the shell
tered ledge Of our camp. Getting up so ear
ly on nasty morning was such an una
tractive proceeding that the Rev. and yet
:
sleep" John made the fire and cooked the
breakfast, and while we two yet dOsed, we
overheard this eolloquy: well John, what
do you think OF the weather." 1T is bad,
there'll be a heavy gale in two hours from
the east" Wen have to get out Of this -
Hear now, there!n and the loud. hoarse gust
showed that the wind was on the increase.
and the fog that had enyeloped us all night,
was driving away TO the southwest. We
got up. and by this time could see across the
fosming waters. The sky was one mass Of
heavy, dense clouds. The water had rose
very high, endangering the safety Of our
boat, and We thought best to remove TO a
better harDOr. So we put our things .snugly
away under the little deck In the bow. and
on the top OF a receeding wave, showed out,
then putting up the foresail, laid our course
for Pie Island, our nearest and best place OF
safety. For few miles. the little yacht new