The new North-west., 1871-11-04
NOTES on THE WAY 70 WONDERLAND,
A Ride to tie Internal Re0jOns.

A Ride to the Intes''sal Regions.
Bv C. c. CLAwsox.
lContinuedJ
We were all agreeably surprised on arr,v-
ing at -.s....
| sAwTELLE's
To find little town of large, we'll built
houses instead Of the miners or mountain
GERS cabin as we had expected. His dwell.
ling was Of sufficient dimensions to accom-.
modate Mt least score Of men. It was
whitewashcd inside and out was furnished
with bcdstcads, stools, tables, etc, etc, and
had all the appearance Of an old-fashioned
farm house of the States. 4 large porch
was noticeable feature, under the roof of
which numerous swallows had made their
homes and were rearing their young uumo-
Tested. Nests were stuck away under The
roof poles. on projecting sticks, and in the
inches of the walls-somc containing eggs,
others newly.born chirpcrs. with their little
mouths turned upward ready to receive the
dainty morsels from their mothers lips;
while Others again were loaded down with
full.acdgcrs, lingering on the pa,ernal
threshold to gain little more confidence in
their wings ere they left it forever The
old birds flew around the head of their land
lord and 'wIttered as though they were re.
joiced to have him home again.
To the rear of the dwelling few rods is
l rkchn in NH ho
and SMILING is done, and where the tools,
farming utensils, &C. arc kept; next is the
store house for furs, pel,s, and such like.
the walls of which were hung with swan
skins, hides of wild animals, and different
kinds of furs; then there are the fish and
ice houses, to say nothing of the stable,
which is large enough to accommodate a
herd of horses. And all this in region
outside the suburbs of civilization. and in
q manner unknown except to its solitary
occupant
AS soon as the horses were turned out to
pasture, we bctook ourselves with one &C,
cord to the preparation of
! SQUARE NEAL"
A fire was set going in the huge chimney
place; the Dutch oven" was taken from its
accustomed corner beside the hearth and put
in order, and the writer delegated to bake
therein family loaf, after the style of ye
oldcn time-which he did, and, for won.
der, it was success, as his culinary opera.
tions had been mainly confined to the fry.
ingpan. The table was covered with u
white cloth (no matter if it did belong with
the artists traps), set with dishes bearing
imprint of the Ironstone mandatory, (an
extra number of which Mr.. 8. keeps on
hand for company and the mammoth loaf
placed on the corner with the cloth turned
over il a Ia the days of Auld Lang Syne.
| While partakihg Of the many good things in.
vitingly arranged under the supervision of
our host, it was unanimously voted that we
christen the house Hotel dc Sswtelle; which
was SO recorded, aud all agreed the
OASIS OF THE WILDERNESS
Had at last been found. After supper we
sat for an hour in front Of the house feast.
ing our eyes upon the magnificent scenery
spread out before US. The shades of even.
ing never fell on more delightful picture in
the classic mountains of Spain or Italy than
the one that comes within vision range while
looking South from, Sawtclle's Henry Lake,
with its pretty little islands its groves of
silvcr-leafed quakenasps scattered here and
there on its eastern margin; meadows that
skirt 1t; mountains overlooking it all unite
in forming q scene the grandeur of which,
in its silent eloquence, can only he painted
by the pen of an Abbott or Winthrop.
The lake in length IS about five miles,
North and South, ard nearly as wide East
and West Near the shore it is shallow,
but increases in depth toward the centre
Swans, pe]icans. geese, ducks, as well as
other species OF waterfowl, make this their
place of habitation; and as the water is
swarming with trout, these birds feed upon
the choicest meat to be found, and grow 10
an unusual size. As night set in the revel-
ries of the feathercd tribes began. The
clamor of voices far exceeded the noise of n
primitive campmeeting, where every one
endeavored to outdo his neighbor in shout.
ing and singing. But far above all came
clear and sweet, through the mountain air,
the melodious strains of that romantic |
songster, the swan. Its singing is not a !
myth, As I had supposed, but a reality-thc |
notes being as distinct ae those of bugle |
much resembling that instrument in
sound, but are composed of but few notes,
thus-toot, too-too. too-o.o-t-dwelling long |
on the last one. At times again it is hardly
distinguishable from the clear tones Of the |
clarionet OF a still evening they can be
heard for miles, and as the solemn notes
come floating through the air they bear
more sweet music to the ear than one would |
at first imagine. The voice of one is no
sooner hushed than another begins, and
thus they pleasantly while the solitudes of
night away. It is noticeable fact that the
swan sings more on moonlight nights than
others The philosophy of this is that it
is sentimental, love.sick kind of a bird,
and much given'to love.making; and Love,
We all know, is little firmer moonshiny
nights than dark ones.
For hours after night we oil kept watch