The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-05-28

ing that we oil drank of It and decided
4 tor name 1t Satisfaction Spfing,"
forA etrnnge TO say, though so
worthy 1t was nameless, and we
unanimously agreed that none could
be more fitting. Looking across the
river we see an opening among the
rocks and q little Way up from the
4 rivers bank there ID b curious looking
old house, having Just thelook and air
| about 1t that leads us unconsciopsly to
ask our guide its history. We feltssure
twas no ordinary house wherei some-
body had lived and died and who had
no particular history and our inference
was correct. We learned it wss the
old Pioneer hotel. Long before the
day Of railroading, it had been the
military post station between Green
Bay and Prairie du Chen, having been
built in 1874.
| ~ Again, our guide steers our small
craft toward another opening among
the rocks and we find ourselves in
Boat cave. We are shut lin@ by the
huge rocks completely, we seem sepa-
rated from all the outside world and
it's SO cool and inviting we think we
would like to linger until we are re-
minded that we have come only a short
distance as yet, and have not begun to
dream .of the beauties of the Dells be-
yond. ,fltlt,ttBS
Next comes the Navy yard. Here
large boulders are standing out in the
water and sharply outlined against the
bank of the river, so very like linen of
war" it does not seem possible nature
could have moulded them so accurately
true in detail. we are still marveling
when we come upon Aliens hand.
We did not need to have the hand
pointed out to us, 1T was so very like a
hand indeed, but we did not Know
twas Aliens hand until we listened to
the sad story of one poor Allen who
loved in vain and whose hand being
spurncd and rejected by the object of
his love, it turned to stone and one day
these grand old rocks took on the out
line of poor Aliens hand forever to
point with prophetic warning lest
some other thoughtless maiden should
forget the lesson. ~
Into another cave the steady strpkes
of our oars brought us and this was
Skylight cave. Straight up aboyeus
was a little crevice through which we
could sec the blue sky and sunshine
and the rift of light, how It gladdened
and made bright the surrounding dark
ness. Presently our little boat seemed
to be surrounded by fire. Flames
leaped up on all sides and we could
hardly believe it was just phosphorus
we saw, caused by the guide pushing
the oar quickly back and forth in the
sand just beneath the boats side.
We came forth, continuing our way
up the river, passing Sturgeon Rock
and Devils Elbow, and arrive Mt the
narrrowest point in the river, it is
only about fifty-two feet wide, yet our
guide tells us the water is over ninety
feet deep Artists Glen we next passed
and came to Cold Water canyon. Here,
If one has the time, a landing may be
made and there's walk of a half mile
into the canyon, which repays oncfully
by its beauty.
Then we find ourselves looking at
the DEVILS arm chair, and cannot re-
frain from remarking that the devils
possessions up in this region seem to be
undisputed and numerous.
Steamboat Rock stands on ~ little
island about four miles up the river,
and does, without stretch of the ina
gination, remind one of what it repre-
sents. We next pass Rood's glen, an
other picturesque point Of which we
catch only a glimpse in passing, desir-
ing much more extended vision, and
suddenly our boat is hugging close to
the shore and there's a little cleared
space between the rocks surely, but
can this be our destination?
Is this the Witch's gulch?
Again, first impressions are disap-
pointing, yet again likewise we are 81
l.
ing our boat, the guide tells us to fol-
low him and we obey. We walk only
few rods when we come to narrow
path, which gradually grows more
harrow until IL abruptly leads us into
sort of gorge or canyon. and we
enter the uncanny place, single file,
carefully picking our way and all the
time full of wonderment.
Certainly, Il we thought the Dells
marvellous as we voyaged up the river,
what were our thoughts now? We
had imagined when we entered the
place that only a few steps would lead
ont into the world again. But, no;
more and more the huge rocks closed
In upon us until the arched cave of
rocks enclosed MS wholly.
Once in awhile, through an opening
from above, the light came in, but 1t
was most of the time dark save the
dim rays of light from the lantern
which our guide swung back and forth
as he led the way. and how dark it
WINS! Anarrow walk beside u rushing
stream, every now and then steps to
ascend or descend, sudden turns in the
hazardous pathway, revealing by the
dim light picturesque and romantic
surroundings of the most weird and
uncanny sort imaginable. Had we
dared listen we felt sure the witch's
voice might have been plainly heard.
Without trying to hear we several
times felt sure she whispered, some
thing, but our Interpretations OF what
we thought she said were all SO differ
emit we were finally forced to be pro-
sale enough to conclude twas only I'M
agination after all.
How beautiful and how strange IL
all was How long we kept walking
on and on yet did not come to the day
light. For n half mile you gre In the
gulch and as suddenly as you entered
1t, you find exit. The rocks part, there
is an opening before you at last, and
there is "Robinson's."
Mr.. and Mrs. Robinson are most
hospitable most and hostess and the
supper provided Is all that we were led
to expect. It's such quaint place,
cottage With ample piazxS ha8 been