The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1874-07-23
TIE Iages Of the Adirondack

~ | pushed out into the waters oil the
Lower St Regis. a sense Of solitude began
fp come over me- The venerable doctor
had given me his blessing as we parted
and felt it was good to haven't. The morn
ing mists disappeared before the sun COM
ing up III It's strength, and the loneliness
of a cool day in August ; a bright, bracing
atmosphere lay around and over nae. pos
sessing my veins and filing me with tn"
rich sensations OF high animal enjoyment.
This is the luxury OF living. OF simply
being q thing with life, rejoicing in taking
Il long breath, shouting, rowing. on leap
ing. We do not know much of this in
town. certainly NOT in hot weather, Ii
marks the difference in nations, and tells
| on character, religion, letters. and art. Ii
is climate-not half enough studied in its
bearings upon society and the progress Of
the race.
A quarter OF an hour took me across the
lake into the "slew." through which the
guide poled the boat cautiously among
the fallen rces and snags into Spiture, q
lakelet with name that does it Justice,
and then by narrow pass into St Regis
Lake, the upper. This is nearly on the
summit Of the lake region, 1900 or 2000
feet above the sea, its waters flowing of
to the north, and the lakes into which we
are soon 10 come. discharging Themselves
eastward, and then northeasterlv into
Lake Champlain.
A sense Of exquisite beauty filled me as
the skitl glided gracefully into the midst
| OF this lovely sheet of water. The sun
was now we'll up in the blue, cloudess
sky Many isles lay around on the bosom
of the lake They and the shores We're
covered with dense pine and spruce trees.
The water was like polished mirror OF
steel. The islands We're reflected. SO was
the heaven above me- Sometimes over
the forest shores the distant ranges of
mountains told me there was a world be-
yond and out OF the limits Of the bowl in
which was floating. But the lake seem
ed as little sea of glass. clear as crystal,
brilliant in the sun, skirted with living
green, evergreen, and the feeling of the
place was that of perfect isolation from
1.-The world and the rest Of mankind =
During all the tour of these and three
or four lakes yet to be mentioned, I did
not see a boat OF the face Of a man, or
anything to intimate that one had ever
entered this charming desert before No
'OiSN, 44o gun, ~ DtIh VI Il uU3 III Inc
surrounding forest disturbed the deep
serenity of the scene. Now and then the
scream OF loon, feartully like that Of q
human cry, would pierce the ear and
increase the stiffness as ii ceased. But for
my guide, who happily was stupid and
said nothing, | was the only man there.
1t was natural paradise, and was as
solitary as Adam before Eve appeared.
Charles V said Of the Cathedral of Burgos,
such was its beauty, it should be put under
a glass case and kept for show. 1t is
almost painful to me that the lovelines5 OF
this scene is lost to the world WHY is
such waste of glory here? The sun
shines on nothing more charming to.be-
hold. Here it lies. and the summer dies
away into winter; and then the spring
clothes it with resurrection beauty again
Perhaps the angels see it. But why was
so much glory spilled where 50 few
mortals out OF millions. ever see it?
from Under the Trees, by Samuel
lrenRuS Prime