Describes seeing Pictured Rocks on Lake Superior, including getting lost in the mist in a rowboat. Transcription: devil a disagreeable one among ?em. Rowing on again, it is said that the plash of the Sam Wards paddle-wheels may be heard. But ?twas only the distant drum like roar of the cascade, or the bellowing surf. Two hours may have elapsed since we set out. We determine to return to the rocks, and be waited for. Again at the Grand Portal. A fancy of two ghastly figures beckoning us. Presently, through the fog we descry the other boat. Captain Easterbrook and his crew. ?ǣBoy ?s! not a wo
Describes seeing Pictured Rocks on Lake Superior, including getting lost in the mist in a rowboat. Transcription: devil a disagreeable one among ?em. Rowing on again, it is said that the plash of the Sam Wards paddle-wheels may be heard. But ?twas only the distant drum like roar of the cascade, or the bellowing surf. Two hours may have elapsed since we set out. We determine to return to the rocks, and be waited for. Again at the Grand Portal. A fancy of two ghastly figures beckoning us. Presently, through the fog we descry the other boat. Captain Easterbrook and his crew. ?ǣBoy ?s! not a word about our being lost! ? quoth [George M.] Swan, and all. When we reached ?em, all the women looked anxious, and we were greeted with dolorous ?queries. ?ǣAre you lost too says Miss Compson. A scene of most uproarous quizzing followed. We, assuming the part of their rescuers, shouted all manner of comic revilement at em. Montgomery standing up at the bows distinguished himself greatly thus. It was uproarous, rib-tickling merriment, and my sides ached again. All to the Grand Portal, and landed. But the women were really frightened. Miss Compson told me how they had been ?ǣmiles ? along the shore, had believed they ?d have to stop, camping out all night, with other horrors. ?ǣDid we know where the steamboat was As we ?d descried her, just before we entred [entered], after meeting them, we could safely swear it. So we kept it up bravely. And all merrily back to the vessel. I in ladies boat. Supper. But the golden sun determined not to die sink to rest in ill humor now ?gan to scatter the fog nobly. The cloudy wreaths scatter and of vanish, and soon the whole line of the ?ǣPicture Rocks ? is bare to our ken. Far backwards to the East, Grand Sable, with bare sand-hills, the ?ǣChapel ?, strangely perched up, and quaintly hollowed into likeness of its name, by the wave-power; ? the Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 65, August 14, 1853 . 14 August 1853.
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