Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-05-15
A LAKE VOYAGE.
Notes Of a Trip from DMluth to Prince
-lrthur's Landing.

A LAKE VOYAGE.
Notes of Trip frcn, Duluth to Prince
-irthHr's Landing.
Pam cE ARTHUR's LANDING, Ont, April %,
1875 Shades of London fog, thick
enough to cut, q 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, searched for the north shore
boat, expecting each moment to be my last,
and wondering what kind Of an item might
possibly make, I, at length, found myself on
the gang 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.
Passing the Red Cliff Indian agency, we
reached Bayfield, 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 ''scaly' 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 genuine Michael Angelo, depos-
| tied there years ago by some of the earlier
priests. The subject of the painting l did
| not learn. Ashland, the northern terminus
of the Wisconsin Central railway, is our
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 hail sets in. At 4 A. M.
of the following morning, we are at Ontan-
agon. I,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 I imagine.
The towns, as rule, seem to be as homely
as the lake is beautiful, so getting back in
my bunk again, 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 be
would die; the second, his fear was he might
live indefinitely, and SO prolong his intense
sufferings.'' If there is anything to recon
Gle one to death, it is a severe attack of sea
sickness. 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 endeavor to throw
up his boots as he leaned over the railing
che need not vomit unless he wanted to-
That man must have curious idea OIL
amusement, for, as voluntary act, it was
done with great deal of expression. Al
dinner time 1--WE had very light attendance
by the way) we arrived at the entrance of the
| 10 oh n
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 coppe
mines. will not infiict long statemen
of their statistics on you, but simply say tn.
principal mines are the Calumet and Hecla
and are worked with much success an(
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 tn
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 flour per day
| St. Paul might advertise herself with beneti
, the same way, think. She could use a loca
envelope similar to the one she is now usin,
for the general benefit of the State.
Passing through the ship canal again w
are weather-bound for the best part of tn
| day at the canal lighthouse, owing to IT,
dense fog and heavy sea. Later in the da,
as we steam out into the lake against
strong headwind and into the fog, the vii,
and barren shores of the lake, the high
white crested waves chasing each other il
: regular succession, the swift flying gulls al
combine to make sight long to be remem
bered, and much beyond my feeble pen t.
do justice to. Bearing off to the south AM
east, we fall in the trough of the sea; til
good ship rolls and groans in 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 il
clear. Still the sea runs high, dashing mad
, ly over the natural breakwater of the bay II
creamy waves, that contrast beautifully will
the deep blue water of the lake. From
Eagle Harbor, we head for Isle Royale ant
Prince Arthur's Landing, on the nort]
shore, the latter place being the termina
point of my journey. and the Canadian Pa
cifc railway, which we reach at 2 A. NJ. o
Saturday. Glad am once more to get o.
shore, having been from Tuesday night un
til Saturday, in reaching my destination.
} part with the officers and the boat with grea
regret, as they seem the connecting link be
tween me and home. In parting, can no
refrain from adding my testimony to that o
many others, of the sea going qualities O.
the good ship Manistee, and her genial
} obliging, and gentlemanly officers, the per
/ feet type of gentlemen and sailors. ssMa
their shadow never grow less.'' More anon
G. l..
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