moment, doctor," I said. "I can add to the wild beauty of the
place something that will please your artistic eye."

I requested two fine-looking Indians to launch one of the canoes, and to
quietly paddle out to the edge of an island which abruptly rose from the
deep, clear waters before us, the top of which had on it a number of
splendid spruce and balsams, massed together in natural beauty. I
directed the men to drop over the side of the canoe a long fishing line,
and then, posing them in striking attitudes in harmony with the place, I
asked them to keep perfectly still until every ripple made by their
canoe had died away.

I confess I was entranced by the loveliness of the sight. The
reflections of the canoe and men, and of the islands and rocks, were as
vivid as the actual realities. So clear and transparent was the water,
that where it and the air met there seemed but a narrow thread between
the two elements. Not a breath of air stirred, not a ripple moved. It
was one of those sights which come to us but seldom in a lifetime, where
everything is in perfect unison, and God gives us glimpses of what this
world, His footstool, must have been before sin entered.

"Doctor," I said quietly, for my heart was full of the Doxology, "tell
me what you think of that vision."

Standing up, with a great rock beneath his feet, in a voice of
suppressed emotion he began. Quietly at first he spoke, but soon he was
carried away with his own eloquence:--

"I know well the lochs of my own beloved Scotland, for in many of them I
have rowed and fished. I have visited all the famed lakes of Ireland,
and have rowed on those in the Lake counties of England. I have
travelled far and oft on our great American lakes, and have seen Tahoe,
in all its crystal beauty. I have rowed on the Bosphorus, and travelled
in a felucca on the Nile. I have lingered in the gondola on the canals
of Venice, and have traced Rob Roy's canoe in the Sea of Galilee, and on
the old historic Jordan. I have seen, in my wanderings in many lands,
places of rarest beauty, but the equal of this mine eyes have never
gazed upon."

Never after did I see the lake as we saw it that day.

On it we have had to battle against fierce storms, where the angry waves
seemed determined to engulf us. Once, in speeding along as well as we
could from island to island, keeping in the lee as much as possible, we
ran upon a sharp rock and stove a hole in our canoe. We had