At the north of Bearcamp Water; . ce andragged outlines high against the sky. As themists hurried over the peak, they suggestedsmoke from cannon fired from this Gibraltarof nature. Here and there spruces, standingin the clouds upon the edge of the precipice,looked like the dim forms of men guarding theheights. As the water was very low, a narrow pebblyand rocky strip of beach offered an easy wayround the lake. I followed it through the east-ern coves to the northern shore, where the slip-pery ledges, one above another, hung over boulders of large size and odd outlineslay upon the shore
At the north of Bearcamp Water; . ce andragged outlines high against the sky. As themists hurried over the peak, they suggestedsmoke from cannon fired from this Gibraltarof nature. Here and there spruces, standingin the clouds upon the edge of the precipice,looked like the dim forms of men guarding theheights. As the water was very low, a narrow pebblyand rocky strip of beach offered an easy wayround the lake. I followed it through the east-ern coves to the northern shore, where the slip-pery ledges, one above another, hung over boulders of large size and odd outlineslay upon the shore, with the waves raised by thesouth wind splashing against them. Here thebeach failed me, and I had to force my waywestward through the woods and undergrowthto the outlet of the pond. Considering that thelake was about a mile square, the stream whichescaped from it was singularly small. I crossedit with a single stride. At high water it isprobably much larger, for a dozen or more greatlogs pushed far up on the rocks show that the. AMONG THE WIND-SWEPT LAKES. 217 rivulet of to-day gives no suggestion of the forceof water sometimes at work. From the outlet to the highway was less thanten minutes walk, a footpath bringing me toone of the many abandoned farms of unfortu-nate Albany. Unfortunate no longer, I hope,for with debt paid, taxes reduced, and lumber-ing on the decline, the township ought to revive,partly through ordinary settlement, but mainlythrough the influx of city people to one of themost beautiful spots in New Hampshire. My walk back to the hotel took me roundChocorua Lake, while pictures of Whitton Pondwere still vivid in my memory. I confess to asudden feeling of jealousy for the newly ex-plored pond when I looked at the simpler out-lines of my favorite water, and wondered how awooded island and bluff headlands would be-come it. Whitton Pond is certainly too exqui-site a bit of nature to remain long a wilderness;while to give up its lofty ledges to quarrymenwould be
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