m-boats to the Rice Lake, at the distance of twenty-
one miles, which it enters after a course of fully two hundred and
fifty miles.

The Indian river takes its rise close to Stony Lake, from which it is
only divided by a narrow ridge of granite: this ridge has been cut
across at the sole expense of the Hon. Zacheus Burnham and Dr. John
Gilchrist, for the purpose of obtaining a larger supply of water for
the use of their mills at Warsaw, in Dummer and Keane, in Otonabee,
thus connecting the two rivers by this canal. This river flows through
the townships of Dummer, Douro, and Otonabee, its whole course not
exceeding thirty-five or forty miles, with the exception of a few small
streams. No other river of consequence flows into Rice Lake.

Our drive over the plains was truly delightful. New beauties presented
themselves at every step. It can hardly be imagined what a relief it is
to the eye, after travelling for miles through a dense forest, to see
such a beautiful landscape suddenly burst on your sight.

For nearly three miles our road lay through natural park-like scenery,
flowery knolls, deep ravines, and oak-crowned hills, with every now and
then the blue waters of the lake glittering through the trees. Our path
now entered a deep and finely-wooded ravine, which wound round the base
of steep hills on either hand, rising to a considerable height, their
summits crowned here and there with beautiful clumps of oak.

For nearly a mile we followed the sharp descent and windings of the
beautiful valley, till a sudden turning of the road revealed to our
sight the whole expanse of this fine sheet of water. Not a ripple
dimpled the surface; but, mirror-like, it lay with all its lovely
islands thickly wooded to their summits with the sugar-maple, which
rose, tree above tree, up the steep ascent of these conical islets,
which, reflected in the clear lake, added new beauties to the scene.

A few minutes more brought us to the tavern, a small log-house, kept by
one David Tidy, a very respectable Scotchman. The situation of this
man's farm is one of the best on the lake shore. It is now the property
of Mr. Alfred Hayward, whose good taste has added greatly to its
natural beauties. Mrs. Hayward, who is an accomplished artist, has
taken a view of the lake from her garden, and also one of Port Hope,
both of which have been lithographed, and are much admired.

Tidy's tavern, and two other log-houses, were at this time the only
set