The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1898-08-04

obtained in any good medicine store
lake. Then they are yarded, and little
steamers built for the purpose tow them
out, Our two hours stay here will long
be remembered.
The view down the lake from this point
is magnificent. From Mt. Katahdin,
nearly opposite, the whole range of noun
tains and hills that extends to the left from
lance of more than forty miles, is plain
ly seen. At their feet lies this noble lake,
whose extent in acres is greater than our
whole county of Waldo. To the right
is only one mountain of note, Bald Noun
tain, but with thousands of acres of al
most primeval forest extending for miles
toward the north and west, while down
the lake giant kineo is keeping watch and
ward over his vast domain. While we
were enjoying this grand scenery the
steamer had been taking us rapidly down
the lake, and our guide, being we'll rested,
proposed that we finish our journey in
the canoe. The boat stopped, the canoe
slid gracefully down onto the water,
where she sat tipping and fitting, looking
as irresponsible as only a bicycle or a ca
noe can do. With looks more eloquent
and expressive than words our fellow
passengers on the boat said good bye, and
we We're off, bobbing and slapping about
in the steamers wake. BY the way, did
of a steamer? | have never attempted to
mount a wheel, but | feel sure that the
woman who can accomplish one of these
feats without squealing and losing her
head should be able to compass the other.
The cliff at the base Of Mt. Kineo was
our objective point, and soon we We're
to be a perpendicular cliff five hundred
feet high, proved, as we sat in the canoe
holding to the rock and looking upward,
to he over-arched so that stone dropped
from the top of the cliff would have
struck the water several feet out from
the base. The rock plainly shows that
that there has been huge piece broken
away from this face and it must be lying
at the bottom of the lake in the $50 feet
of water that is beneath our frail craft.
Lovely punches of blue bells, and little
white flower like the hepatica in form,
grow freely in the crevices all over the
face of the cliff. Some of the white
flowers we secured, but the blue bells grew
above our reach. From this place to
Pebble Beach is but short distance. The
guide took the canoe on his head, we
crossed the road, and stood beside the
mate to the ''Dismal swamp" Dead
trees, stumps and quaking bog, with just
little water in sight, but plenty below in
which to float the canoe. 1t is necessary
to cross this ugly place if we would make
the entire circuit of Kineo, and this we
started to do when we left port in the
morning 1t is half mile across the
swamp, and by pushing and pulling the
canoe over logs and through mud we at
length came out into a beautiful broad
bay. Unfortunately squall struck US at
this point and the rest of the way, a dis
lance of four miles, we thought of home
and friends, and let the scenery take care
of itself. The rollers were big and strong,
but our little craft was stanch and our
guide jewel, and we reached the landing
place safely. Our friends of the day were
anxiously looking out for us, and gave us
hearty welcome. We had been twelve
hours from the hotel, and had made the
circuit of the island, thing that is not
often accomplished, and of course we
assumed a sort of 81 told-you-so air
during the rest of our stay.
We know how upper Moosehead lake
looks. Go and see for yourselves. 1t
will be pleasant journey; but if you will
take our word for it leave the Dismal
| Swamp out of your program. H. L. B.