and took a somewhat circuitous route to Luzerne, that we might travel a good road. That route, by far the most interesting for the tourist, leads by the way of Caldwell, at the head of Lake George, through a mountainous and very picturesque country, sparsely dotted with neat farmhouses in the intervals between the grand old hills. The road is planked, and occasionally a fountain by the wayside sends out its clear stream from rocks, or a mossy bank, into a rude reservoir, such as is seen delineated

THE HUDSON.

in the picture at the head of Chapter II. While watering our horses at one of these, the ring of merry hiughter came up through the little valley near, and a few moments afterward we met a group of young people enjoying the pleasures of a pic-nio.

At noon we reined up in front of the Fort William Henry Hotel, at the head of Lake George, where we dined, and then departed through tlie forest for Luzerne. That immense caravansera for the entertainment of summer visitors stands upon classic ground. It is upon the site of old Fort William Henry, erected by General William .lolinson in the autumn

of 1755, and named in honour of two of the lloyal Family of England. At the same time the general changed the name of llie lake from that of the Holy Sacrament, given it by Father Jogue, a French priest, who reached the head of it on Corpus Christi day, to George -- not in simple honour to his Mnjesty, then reigning monarch of England, but, as the general said, "to assert his undoubted dominion here." The Indians called it, Can-ai-de-ri-oit, or Tale of the Lake, it appearing as such appendage to Lake Champlain.