They were too far off for
his buckshot. I must not forget the superb view that lay before us,
a wilderness of woods and waters stretching away to the horizon on
every band. Nearly a dozen lakes and ponds could be seen, and in a
clearer atmosphere the foot of Moosehead Lake would have been visible.
The highest and most striking mountain to be seen was Mount Bigelow,
rising above Dead River, far to the west, and its two sharp peaks
notching the horizon like enormous saw-teeth. We walked around and
viewed curiously a huge boulder on the top of the mountain that had
been split in two vertically, and one of the halves moved a few feet
out of its bed. It looked recent and familiar, but suggested gods
instead of men. The force that moved the rock had plainly come from
the north. I thought of a similar boulder I had seen not long before
on the highest point of the Shawangunk Mountains in New York, one side
of which is propped up with a large stone, as wall-builders prop up a
rock to wrap a chain around it. The rock seems poised lightly, and has
but a few points of bearing.
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