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Text for Page 057 [08-13-1853]

              wash to the middle round, in the barbers shop.     We had passed
Mackinaw during the night or rather morning, perhaps about 2,
and were now stretching eastwards along the north shore of Lake
Huron, for Saut St Marie, or the Soo as it is usually pronounced.
And here the scenery began.    An Archipelago of thirty thousand
Islands.   We were now steaming up a river formed by the
channels betwixt them, sometimes rather narrow.    The shallowness
of a neighbouring but more direct channel necessitated a considerable
circuit.   Long shores all tree clad, almost to the waters edge,
sometimes laid waste by fire .   Little islands, mere rock and trees,
large ones that might be taken for mainland.   Nebish rapids, � a
rippling current.   Ticklish navigation here, rarely done but by
day-light, has been, says Noble, by moonlight.     Story of an
old Welsh Captain who with two sister concubines, formerly his ser-
vants lived on one of these islands.  His wife alone in Quebec or
Montreal.     Had he Solomons wishes & children from �em, might have
given �em an island each .    What a world of albino plates there
will be of this scenery in half a century.   When fine ladies talk
of these spots as familiarly as of the Rhine.       A cottage, with
piles of timber, and children on shore.        A canoe, birch bark with
Indian paddling. (not the cottage owner, though)  /   Introduced to
Montgomery, Wards agent and man in authority.    To a Genesee
man, who four years back with wife and family located here, set-
ting Indians to pick rasp^|b|erries, made jam of em, or rather his
women folk did, and was trying raspberry vinager.     Making
money, �hand over fist by it,� as twas said.    Island after
Island.    Sugar Island, a large one.      A party of surveyors in               
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