In ascending the chain of lakes, the voyager, after passing the Sault de Sainte Mary, no longer sees the fertile lands, the rich green forests, and the attractive scenery which delight the eye, on the shores of the more southern and eastern of these Mediterranean seas. Around him are the rigours of a high latitude, and the desolate features of a sterile country. The shores are bold and rocky, presenting a series of naked precipices, which afford but little for the subsistence of man or beast.