Only lizards and leeches occupy their cold waters. All is silent and solitary there. The bald eagle sweeps over them occasionally, or perches upon a lofty pine, but the mournful voice of the Great Loon, or Diver ( Colymhus glacialis), heard over all the waters of northern New York and Ganada, never awakens the echoes of these solitary lakes.* These waters lie in a high basin between the Mount Golden and Mount M'Intyre ranges, and have experienced great changes. Avalanche Lake, evidently once a part of Lake Golden, is about eighty feet higher than the latter, and more than two miles from it. They have been separated by, perhaps, a scries of avalanches, or mountain slides, which still occur in that region. From

* Tlie water view in the distance.

the picture of tlie Loon is a scene on Harris's Lake, with Goodenow Mountain

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the top of Tahawus we saw the white glare of several, striping the sides of mountain cones.

At three o'clock Ave reached our camp at Calamity Pond, and just before sunset emerged from the forest into the open fields near Adirondack village, where we regaled ourselves with the bountiful fruitage of the raspberry shrub. At Mr. Hunter's we found kind and generous entertainment, and at an early hour the next morning we started for the great Indian Pass, four miles distant.

Half a mile from Henderson Lake we crossed its outlet upon a picturesque bridge, and following a causeway another half a mile through a