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between the glory above and the glory below, stood the little Missionary church, it's light spire and bellfry defined against the sky. Immediately in front rose the abrupt and picturesque heights of the Island, robed in rich foliage, and crowned by the lines of the little fortress, snow-white, and gleaming in the morning light. At the base of these cliffs, all along the shore, immediately on the edge of the lake, which transparent and unruffled, reflected every form as in a mirror, an encampment of Indian wigwams extended as far as my eye could reach on either side. On a little platform, not quite half way up the wooded height which overlooked the bay, embowered in foliage and sheltered from the tyrannous breathing of the north by the precipitous cliff, rising almost perpendicular behind, stands the house (of Henry R. Schoolcraft Esq. Indian Agent) in which I find myself a grateful and contented inmate. The ground in front sloping, down to the shore, is laid out in a garden, with an avenue of fruit trees, the gate at the end opening on the very edge of the lake. From the porch I look down upon the scene I have endeavored_ how inadequately_ to describe to you: the little Indian lodges: canoes fishing, or darting, hither and thither, light and bouyant as sea birds; a tall graceful schooner lying at anchor; the village of Mackinaw. Opposite rises the island of Bois-blanc, with it's tufted and must luxuriant foli- cut word