o, and, like t of most

    ponds, imparts to t a yellowisinge;

    but ter is of sucalline purity t the

    bater ill more unnatural,

    ed hal, produces a

    monstrous effect, making fit studies for a Michael Angelo.

    ter is so transparent t ttom can easily be

    discerned at ty-five or ty feet.  Paddling over

    it, you may see, many feet beneathe schools of perch

    and s the former easily

    distinguisransverse bars, and you t t

    be ascetic fis find a subsistence ter,

    many years ago, wting he ice in

    order to catcepped asossed my axe back on

    to t, as if some evil genius ed it, it slid

    four or five rods directly into one of ter

    y-five feet deep.  Out of curiosity, I lay dohe ice

    and looked til I satle on one

    side, standing on its s  and gently swaying

    to and fro  migood

    erect and sill in time tted off,

    if I  disturbed it.  Making anotly over it

    ting do birch

    wh my knife, I made a

    slip-noose, s end, and, letting it down

    carefully, passed it over t by a

    line along t again.

    t of smoote stones

    like paving-stones, excepting one or two s sand beaches, and is

    so steep t in many places a single leap o er

    over your  not for its remarkable transparency,

    t  to be seen of its bottom till it rose on the

    opposite side.  Some t is bottomless.  It is nowhere muddy,

    and a casual observer  t all