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From this beautiful prospect we turned to the woods & scrambled through underbrush & thickets, over logs & through swamps in hopes that we soon might find the crystal sheet we had imagined, but the only reward we received was the light of a small lake surrounded by a swamp which we were obliged to wade, tormented by the hosts of musqitos, gnats & flies, who guard this sylvan retreat. The heat was also excessive, & as we pushed our tortured way towards our canoe again we were glad enough to prostrate ourselves on the wet earth & with hands & mouth strive to imbibe a few mouthfuls