Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-05-09
A LAKE VOYAGE.
NOtes Of a Trip from Duluth to Prince
ArfhNr's LHudiu0.

A LAKE VOYAGE.
Notes of a Trip from Duluth to Prince
<frthur's Landing.
Correspondence of the Globe
PRINCE ARTHuR's LANDING, Ont, April %,
1878.-Shades of London fog, thick
enough to cut, a drizzly, dripping rain. cold
and disagreeable, greeted me in the city of
the unsalted sea. In the evening it had not
lifted. Stumbling, and cropping my way over
rotten logs, trestles and heaps of debris,
through pools of splashing water and Egyp-
tan darkness, I searched for the north shore
boat, expecting each moment to be my last,
and wondering what kind of an item might
possibly make, l, at length. found myself on
the gans-plank of the Manistee. The morn
ing broke bright and beautiful, the water
sparkled and danced in the bright sunlight,
as the vessel
Walked the waters like thing of life'
The air was balmy and sweet as spring
Passing the Red Cliff Indian agency, we
reached Bay field at noon. OF the inhabit
ants, it may be said, ''when they are not fish
ing, they are mending their nets Fishing
is their chief, may say, only industry. The
town has ssscaly'' look. Opposite and to
| the east, we make the little town of La
Pointe, noted for being the Oldest mission
| on the lake. In the little French Catholic
church is a genuine Michael Angelo, depos
| tied there years ago by some of the earlier
| not learn. Ashland, the northern terminus
&ho
next stop-a dull, dark town, with back
ground of scrubby pine. Leaving her. the
| night air becomes much colder. storm
of snow. sleet and bail sets in. At 4 A. NJ.
of the following morning, we are at Ontan-
agon. crawled out of my bed long enough
to get glimpse of the town. Owing to the
early hour and the storm, it was too dark to
| see much but nothing was lost l imagine.
The towns, as rule, seem to be as hornely
as the lake is beautiful, SO getting back in
my bunk again, I doze away once more
| The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
| Were you ever sea sick? Beecher says
the first hour he was SO sick he feared he
would die: the second, his fear was he might
hive indefinitely. and SO prolong his intense
sufferings." If there is anything to recon
Gle one to death. it is severe attack of sea
81 ckness. The lake was very rough, and the
! storm severe. and every one was quite sea
sick. For some reason they all seemed
ashamed of it. One gentleman explained
! to me, between each vain endeayor to throw
up his boots as he leaned over the railing
she need not vomit unless he wanted to-
That man must have a curious idea Of
amusement, for, as a voluntary act, it was
| done with Al great deal of expression. Al
dinner time I've had very light attendance
| by the way) we arrived at the entrance of tbs
Lake Superior ship canal. Passing throngl
| this for about two miles, we reach Portage
lake, on either side of which are the two
towns of Houghton and Hancock. Here arr
situated the celebrated Lake Superior cope
mines will not infict long statemen
of their statistics on you, but simply say til.
principal mines are the Calumet and Hecla
and are worked with much success ant
profit. Large stamp mills and smelling
works line either shore, and give the towns
business like appearance. Having plenty O
time walked around the town and found al
evidence of Minneapolis enterprise in thu
hotels and on the boat, in a printed circula
enclosed in neat frame, giving the principa
points of interest and the industries of tina
busy town. Also stating they manufactured
ten thousand (?) barrels of -four per day
St. Paul might advertise herself with beneii
the same way, think. She could use a loca
envelope similar to the one she is now using
for the general benefit of the State.
Passing through the ship canal again W.
are weatherbound for the best part of tn,
day at the canal lighthouse, owing to tt,
dense fog and heavy sea. Later in the da,
as we steam out into the lake against ;
strong headwind and into the fog, the viii,
and barren shores of the lake, the high
white crested waves chasing each other i,
regular succession, the swift flying gulls al
combine to make sight long to be remen
bered, and much beyond my feeble pen t.
do justice to. Bearing off to the south ant
east, we fall in the trough of the sea; tn
good ship rolls and groans III every joint
and as she ploughs her way through the blu
waters of the lake, all thoughts of the beau
tiful is quickly dispelled by the first return
ing pangs of sea-sickness.
At about sunset we are landed at Eagl
Harbor. the fog has risen and the sky i
clear. Still the sea runs high dashing mad
ly over the natural breakwater of the bay il
creamy waves, that contrast beautifully will
the deep blue water of the lake. From
Eagle Harbor, we head for Isle Royale an,
Prince Arthur's Landing, on the nortl
shore, the latter place being the termina
point of my journey, and the Canadian Pa
citic railway, which we reach at 2 A. NJ. o
Saturday. Glad am once more to get OF
shore, having been from Tuesday night un
til Saturday, i'll reaching my destination.
part with the officers and the boat with great
regret, as they seem the connecting link be
tween me and home. In parting I can no
refrain from adding my testimony to that O
many others. of the sea going qualities OF
the good ship Manistee, and her genial
obliging, and gentlemanly officers, the per
feet type of gentlemen and sailors. "Ma,
their shadow never grow 1ess.'' More anon