THE ISLAND OF MACKINAW

Doth the bright sun from the high arch of heaven,

In all his beauteous robes of flecker'd clouds,

And ruddy vapours, and deep glowing flames,

And softly varied shades, look gloriously?

Do the green woods dance to the wind? the lakes

Cast up their sparkling waters to the light?

Joanna Baillie.

The next morning, at earliest dawn, I was wakened by an unusual noise

and movement on board, and putting out my head to inquire the cause, was

informed that we were arrived at the island of Mackinaw, and that the

captain being most anxious to proceed on his voyage, only half an hour

was allowed to make all my arrangements, take out my luggage, and so

forth. I dressed in all haste and ran up to the deck, and there a scene

burst at once on my enchanted gaze, such as I never had imagined, such

as I wish I could place before you in words,--but I despair, unless

words were of light, and lustrous hues, and breathing music. However,

here is the picture as well as I can paint it. We were lying in a tiny

bay, crescent-shaped, of which the two horns or extremities were formed

by long narrow promontories projecting into the lake. On the east the

whole sky was flushed with a deep amber glow, fleckered with softest

shades of rose-colour--the same intense splendour being reflected in the

lake; and upon the extremity of the point, between the glory above and

the glory below, stood the little Missionary church, its light spire and

belfry defined against the sky. On the opposite side of the heavens hung

the moon, waxing paler and paler, and melting away, as it seemed, before

the splendour of the rising day. Immediately in front rose the abrupt

and picturesque heights of the island, robed in richest 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 lodges

extended as far as my eye could reach on either side. Even while I

looked, the inmates were beginning to bestir themselves, and dusky

figures were seen emerging into sight from their picturesque

dormitories, and stood gazing on us with folded arms, or were busied

about their canoes, of which some hundreds lay along the beach.

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