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              ian in plenty and I know not how many others, as yet.  A strand for Spenser�s Fairy 
	Queene   All to
work picking up for twenty minutes or more.  Kit Marlowe�s description of stones  I 
got a pocket-ful.
In boat again, and after striking out until the Sam Ward
was descried, we coasted on again.        And now �twas grand.
Great rounded rocks rising up, or projecting out, � a height of
150 feet or more,  tall trees above, deep holes and canties below.
The lake water, clear as glass and green as emerald allowed
every crack, cranny and indentation to be viewed through at. There
were strange holes, and all was long and lank and brown, and
as the ribbed sea sand.        We at first took two of these huge
rock-boulders for the Castles, but it proved not so.        On
yet, and a rushing plash of water is heard through the mist,
anon a white gleam, and then as we near it, a beautiful
cascade of rushing water, curving over into the deep lake. 150 feet high  The
very boatmen uttered rough-phrases of admiration.    Back to the
Sam Ward, shouts &c greeting us.  /  The vessel had moved up the
coast in anticipation.   Queries as to what we�d seen.  I suggested
we�d caught a mermaiden speaking the purest Cherokee.      Displayed
our pebbles in great glory.        Another boat in half an hour puts off,
crowded.    And on their returning �twas out turn to envy.   They had
visited the Grand Portal, entering the cave.    So dinner over, and out
gallant Captain Easterbrook going off with a boats crew of ladies, we per-
suaded Superintendant Steward Montgomery to go with us off in second
boat.   Swan with us and others.  Off we row into the fog again, and
in fifteen minutes the great cliffs are looming up beside us.     We
retrograde eastwards for some space, and lose sight of the rocks again,
but for such a return to them I shall never forget.   For moving               
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