The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1891-08-27

water paths like child playing hide
and-seak. This gives the opportunity
OF seeing every inhabited island
touching at the principal ones, and i.
the most satisfactory way of making
the tour, which costs only 50 cents
the round trip. The purser, Mr.. JOIN
O'Leary, who is also principal Of the
graded school at Alexandria Bay, is
most accommodating and courteous
giving constant explanations, telling
bits OF history and pointing out every
spot in distinct and careful manner
which adds greatly to the interest o
the trip. No description Of this en-
chanted land will convey any proper
idea OF its exquisite beauty. Tho
very names of the islands i'll
one with dangerous delight. Bon
ME Castle, the home Of Mrs
l. q. Holland, is considered, and
is charming spot. Indeed it would
seem lnVidiOus to make distinction
for the style of architecture varies
and there is beauty, elegance, simple
ity, cosiness, everywhere. One Of the
handsomest homes is called "Castle
Rest" on Pullman's Island, owned
by Mr.. George NJ. Pullman OF Chi
cago. 1t is built of grey stone, with
turrets and towers, and in it's lovely
shaded walks and terraced heights
one can well imagine the true fairy
land has been found. Here President
Grant was entertained during his sec
ond term in the white house, though
the present elegant mansion had not
then been called into form. elm
lithgoW Island" is another beautiful
retreat, literally perched upon q rock
in the middle of the channel. - t.
Elmo" the residence of Mr.. Nathaniel
Hunt of Brooklyn is stately pile,
and elsie Imperialn is a perfect syl-
van retreat. 1 might multiply names,
for the list reaches into the sixties
but must confine myself to mention of
the other prominent Notes.-The
Westminster on Wells Island, The
Thousand Island, an immense build
ing, and the Hotel Fontenac on
hound Island-these splendidly
appointed and afford every facility for
enjoyment and recreation.
Alexandria Bay is a quaint little
fishing town perched upon a rock,
where the jewellers sit among their
vine-wreathed cottages and the In
dams weave their pretty work in tn
wigwams set up here and there, all
seeming to have found Il place of rest,
an anchorage-so quiet and serene is
the whole atmosphere of the place.
Here the 'CrOssman" and "Thousand
Island House" are the popular places,
being quite at the rivers brink, and
the the wharf is gay with yachts, all
prettily dressed and full of lively, fun
loving eXcursiOnists off for q days
outing in this lake of The isles. When
cruising in the "Lost Channel steam
is cut off, so swift is the current, ana
the boat is borne on the power of the
fast sweeping stream. "Fiddler's
Elbow" is a sharp curve made be-
fore entering the "Channel,n and
about this spot legendary lore fixes
the old man with his fiddle, and the
plaintive notes being waited away on
the breeze; but L dare not begin this
subject, for my space in THE STATES
MAN would be more than filled.
Returning to Toronto, the steamer
en- route from Montreal touches Alex
andria Bay at 1890 o'clock Il. m.,
which has the advantage of present.
ing that part of the trip passed at
night on the down passage, by day
light returning.
We get aboard, find our state room,
and proceed to find a pleasant spota aft
where we gaze upon the bOundless
beauty on every hand until our eyes
are weary. Kingston, Canada, is
touched at p. M, and quickly con
sulting the captain, as to time, we
call a cab and drive away to inspect
this quaint and thoroughly English
town. We have happened upon a
gala time, for the Orangemen are
having their celebration, which has
not been held here for years. Princess
street is a bower Of green from end to
end, and the royal banner is flung to
he breeze on every side. 1t is lone.
some to see no stars and stripes; after
all there is no flag so beautiful as oul
own "red, white and blue" In driv-
ing through the town, | was especially
struck with the evident leve of flowers
Tor they tlourished alike among the
lofty and lowly.
Here was the grand st. Mary's ca
thedral, before whose lofty altar place
rested the Frustrated figure, carved
in ivorine of the blessed Savior, jus
after his removal from the cross. The
uOly lhoUllcl, Ill SdID vi ucdNeu ) OWL
hue, bent over him. supporting him
in her arms, while the depth of an
guish portrayed in her features be-
spoke the awful grief of her soul.
Upon the face of the crucified one.
the death palor rested, and the touch
of infinite pathos in that lonely cry:
"My God, why hast thou forsaken
me?" seemed still to linger on the
lips. So life-like was the scene that
L turned away, almost feeling that l
was in the divine presence.
The churches, public buildings, etc,
were all of stone, and many magnifi-
cent in proportions, while the resi-
dences are grand old English homes.
The boat pushed off at O'Clock and
soon after left the lake Ca detour
which is made only on the upward
trip and sailed away into the
beautiful bay of Ginntc, the love-
lest sheet of water I've ever
seen. The picnic at sunset
will ever live in memory. When the
great golden orb sank into a bank of
ourn!c clnIIu in which inaro ,,,e :,