The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-09-01

you sit down as we did, to deliciously
Drowned brook trout, head on mind yon
and can take them up daintily, head il
one hand and tail in the other, and quiet
ly go through. them until you have milk
which comes from cows fed on the rank
lush timothy, and white ard red clover
which grow in this region: eggs which
make golden halo over the ham dough
nuts hot from the pan, and as light as
sponges; berries heaped up in great Ger
ulean piles, or cannonized in generous
pies. That dinner was a sensation in our
Lives. And all the while Keweenaw Bay
singing bass with its blue, tumbling
waves to the noisy treble of d brook
bounding down its wallssof trap in a
Thousand beautiful cascades, and the
vast, solemn woods looking frowningly
down, shutting us out from the great
world. What did we care for the world
Here peace broods with it's white wings
in perpetual benediction. Here is re-
pose and yonder is rest on the heights =
And so, all that night the waves, as they
Tapped the shore, and the winds, as they
swayed the great trees, told us nothing
of the jangle and DIN of the world be-
yond their wallis, but ouly sung their own
sublime secrets, their own soothing,
Itranquilizing strains.
| Three ambrosial days we spent there,
enjoying dolce far njente, floating on the
blue waters, propelled by the stout arms
| ofithe Indians fishing inn the brooks
which come tumbling down to the bay
| from the blue distance of the mountains,
discovering sunrises and enjoying sunsets,
drenched in thunderstorms and lost in
woods,-for it was on 39
July 30 that three of the Free and Easy
Club, magma pars FIJI, setting out ostensi-
bly, to catch brook trout, and not being
possessed of the woodcraft of the Indians,
missed trail and enjoyed the sensation
of being lost all that blessed day. It is
something to be lost in these boundless,
painless, trackless, dense Lake Superior
woods. These are not the pretty civilized
woods of a private opening on SUBJ
urban grove. If we should travel per-
sistently in the wrong direction we
might travel for days without meeting q
soul. These trees haven't learned the
civilized way of growing systematically.
There is something peculiarly solemn in
them to me. They seem lifeless, pulse
less, with no moving thing in their vast
distances No birds sing in these soll-
tudes. The sunlight can scarcely pierce
the LAZY screens. Only the wind sways
the pines overhead, singing the same
dreamy monotone which the surf sings
on the ocean side. God, the Almighty,
all around you. You can appreciate
what is meant by His omnipresence here.
And SO all day long, with no guide but
the sun, We tramped through these
woods; sometimes over beds Of the most
delicate and velvety moses; sometimes
brushing through reaches OF ferns which
were breast-high; amongst all manner of
strange pink and scarlet flowers, densely
matted together, and, anon, literally
tearing our way through vines loaded
with fragrant white blossoms now paus-
ing to rest for minute under gigantic
pines, which lowered aloft like the masts
of some tall Admiral;" now stopping
to admire some old patriarch of the
woods, grey with lichens and MOSES,
and warted with immense gnarled fungi,
those signs of infirmlty in the old age of
trees. At noon, translucent spring,
gushing out from the hollow of maple
supplied US with water and fortified US
for the afternoon tramp, which led us
into all manner of sylvan perplexities
and intricacies. One of the party had
the good fortune to be small, and he
could crawl on all-fours underneath the
windfalls, but the subscriber and the
banker happened to be tall and large,
and it therefore become their mournful
duty to climb over, through cheuaur de
trsse of cheerful spikes, thorns, and
gnarled limbs, feats which were accom-
plished by the use of hard English and
at the sacrifice of much raiment Now
we fought our way through an apparent
ly impenetrable wall of vines and shrubs
to emerge upon dozen or so old monarchs
OF the forest, piled up on top of each
other, or into treacherous swamp. full
OF brilliant foliage, branching fans of
ferns and Iustrous poison berries of bril-
liant blue and scarlet, from which the
Indians get their superb colors Toward
night we heard the singing of little
brock, and we held council of war and
determined to trust ourselves, our lives, 4
our fortunes, and our sacred honors to its |
huryying waters, firm in the faith that
they would bring us somewhere They
did, for they brought us out at Jackson's
back door, just where we started from, /
of course. We didn't fish any that day.
We were not pictures of beauty when we
emerged. 1t is safe to say that, in curl
normal conditions, and under the most
advantageous circumstances, all three of
US together hadn't beauty enough to
make lady's finger nail out of, and,
had either OF us been in Adams place, it
would have been hard old show for hu.
manly in the way of beauty. But when
you consider that, in this eighteen-mile
tramp, hundreds of mosquitoes thousands