The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 3, February, 1836Various
General
The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 3, February, 1836
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
The lake itself is about nine miles in circumference, and in general
form, as near as a comparison can be made, resembles a heart. The
shores are deeply indented and irregular, now projecting into the
water in small semi-circular promontories, and again retiring, as if
half afraid of the embraces of the limpid element. On the south and
west, as far as the eye can reach, the land rises into mountainous
elevations; on the north, stand the lofty sand banks, affording a fine
contrast with the fertility around, while on the east, it is bounded
by lower grounds, that in one instance descend to a beautiful grassy
lawn. The water appears to be very deep, and as we sent a shout over
its surface we were answered by a startled water fowl, that seldom,
very seldom, hears the sound of a human voice in its wild {169}
retreat. Every thing seemed to conspire to render this one of the most
enchanting spots in nature, and it was with regret that we turned to
regain our canoe.
Such is lake _Leelinau_; and while the breeze that moved over its
waters sent its waves to my feet, I thought of the friend after whom I
named it, and from my heart wished that her life might be as calm and
joyous as the bright prospect before me. By that name it _shall_ be
known; and if this faint description of the beauties it unfolds, will
serve to beguile a passing moment, a double object will have been
achieved.
As we hurried along on our return, George pointed out to me the fairy
tracks that occasionally are seen on these hills. They were, in fact,
exact representations of the print of the human foot, and about the
size of your Chinese lady's. But alas! how unpoetical! we were forced
to come to the conclusion that our fairy was nothing more than a
_porcupine_. Although the 30th of June, we stopped at a _snow bank_,
and after indulging for a moment in a winter's sport, filled one of
our Indian's hats with specimens for Mr. S. We travelled over nearly
four miles of these sandy mountains. Their summit, near the lake, is
covered with pebbles, among which I found several carnelians.
It was nearly _six_ o'clock when we descended to our canoes; and the
thought crossed my mind, that _probably_ our friends at St. Mary's
were beginning to shake the poppies from their eyes, and seriously
think of taking a peep at the sunny sky. At eight we landed to
breakfast, and need I tell you that _consumption_ presided at the
board--not the arch fiend with the bright though sunken eye, the
hectic cough, and the delicate but death-boding tint, but a
consumption that caused the solid viands before us to disappear with a
marvellous quickness.
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