The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-08-12

mountain you cpn see hundreds lying all
about you and there are many more which
you can't see. T"ere are lakes here, sup
pose, which have Lever been discovered and
only the Indian has stepped upon their
shores"
"Are there any larger than this ?" "a
few but not many. Most are a good deal
smaller. They call this nine miles long"
"How far is it to Martins from here ?"
"Not far. That house there" (pointing to
q house which we were rapidly approach
ing) sis Cary's. We have to carry there
to reach the Raquette. Right down there"
(pointing to the lefD "is the carry to Bart
let's on Round lake. From there you pass
through Round lake, down the outlet and
you are IN the Lower Saranac. Its pretty
lake full of islands. Martins is at the
lower end. built close to the water"
BY this time we we're at land, and hiring
a team of Cary transported our boat from
the Saranac to the first of the Stony creeks
or
SPECTACLE PONDS.
These ponds are hardly more than three
| little pools, fancied to be in the shape of
pair of eyeglasses, whence they derive
their name. Their banks are sedgy and
the water bears up many beautiful lilies
and that species of grass which the red
deer 80 much love. We were assured at
Carey's that we would here obtain venison
| if we should "jack" for it, but as our short
time admitted of no delay and as we had
| come TO see rather than TO sport, we kept on
down the Stony creek into the current of
the
RAQUETrE RIVER.
This stream is the outlet of Raquette
lake and receives in its course to the st.
Lawrence tbe,waters of Long, Forked, Tup-
per, Fallensbee and Big Wolf ponds. Its
name is accounted for in two ways. BY
some from an indistinct resemblance of its
parent lake to the French raQuette Oi
snowshoe. By others from the story tina,
the Indians (who made the lake their win.
ter hunting -grounds) were accustomed &c
leave their snnwshoes bcaped upon the
beach when they left the regioniD The
spring.
The Raquette Is not grand river, but {
beautiful one. It is not a rushing, foam
ing, mighty river, and therefore majestic
but deep, slow and therefore stated,
stream. Coursing through an open coun
try it would not I've remarkable. Flown,
through this silent wilderness it produce
, an impression on the mind not easily des
crihed
The sun was low in the heavens whe
we glded into its current. In profoun
,;ln ia, l,,,t a. e Ia
. and the twittering Of birds. we move
, along. In the distance lowered mountain
crowned with the glory of the dying day
Above us the trees leaning forward froi
/ either shore, mingled their branches t
, form living, rustling canopy. On tn
, right and on the LETT illmitable forest
climbed the steep ascending slopes. Alon
| the shores the late blossoms of summt
G peeped out from their hiding places in til
tangled grass, the heavy odor of tue flores
foated in the air.
: Camping that night on the banks of Iii
a river sleep was impossible until late IN ii
night. The strangeness Of our position, ii
' fantastic shadows Of the forest dancin
. under the glare of our camp fire, the mu
s muir of the black river, and the soughin
of the wind among the trees, the shar
@ bark of the wolf and the prolonged hoo
: ing of the owl, the wild hunting stories G.
u our guide, kept us smoking and wakef
t, until long after midnight.
a Starting again early in the morning, v
n delayed only to capture splendid strir
of speckled trout at the "half-way brool
y and arrived here early in the afternoo
d We are 40 miles from Smiths and so mil
q in the wilderness Tomorrow we viz
"a Bay river and thence return to Smiths
" way of Martins on the Lower Saranac.