Describes seeing Pictured Rocks on Lake Superior on the Sam Ward. Transcription: The varying richness of liquid beauty, molten gold and emerald, bright dancing blending Iris lines no limner ?s hand can ever, ever mock! Oh Turner! hadst thou seen Lake Superior. Fit haunt for the marine man, the Memogovisioos of the simple Indian. But to the cave. We land on the huge stone boulders, some shout aloud, and Echo repeats the cry above; some pick up shal stones, or mineral impregnated rocks. For the various oxides stain it all above in strong, distinct colours, the reddish and raw sienna hues predom
Describes seeing Pictured Rocks on Lake Superior on the Sam Ward. Transcription: The varying richness of liquid beauty, molten gold and emerald, bright dancing blending Iris lines no limner ?s hand can ever, ever mock! Oh Turner! hadst thou seen Lake Superior. Fit haunt for the marine man, the Memogovisioos of the simple Indian. But to the cave. We land on the huge stone boulders, some shout aloud, and Echo repeats the cry above; some pick up shal stones, or mineral impregnated rocks. For the various oxides stain it all above in strong, distinct colours, the reddish and raw sienna hues predominating. These are also though more rarely, bright greens and blues. Lots of varying specimens are secured, some like bits of petrified gingerbread, or confectionary, some petrified muscels, and beautiful stones again. Neptune, ? Poseidon I should write, (confound the Latin names!) is veritably a skilful lapidary. I ramble on, through the cave, and out on the other sight side. Monstrous masses of sandstone fallen from cliff and crag of above, with, though rarely a tree trunk. But the fellows shout to come back, and I do it. In boat again, and over that iris-hued big ocean floor, and marvellously paven lake; and as we are issuing from forth the arch, one individual prepares to discharge his pistol. Quoth [George M.] Swan, ?ǣIt ? won ?t make much noise, just now! ? But aha, Echo gave him a loud toned denial, with rattle and roar and reverberation. Out, and on, westwards; curves of cliff still. Holes and caves worn in its brink, some of the strongest fashion. For we spied little Saxon-like arches, with squat columns supporting huge rock, saw the light peer out through wave-worn cranny, chink and crevice, and heard the sullen surf hollowly raging and roaring in secret caves where it fiercely and untiringly strove to undermine the mighty rocks bases. What a Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 63, August 14, 1863 . 14 August 1853. Gunn, Thomas Butler, 1826-1903
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