Then, as the horses and carts returned, we embarked and set our faces toward the Lakes.
Near one of these lakes dwelt a widow, with only one son, named Gwyn.
His enumeration of a comparison with other lakes is at once harmonious and poetic.
We could count from one point nearly fifty of these lakes, large and small.
The men called it “the plain of a thousand lakes,” and this describes it well.
In the neighbourhood of the lakes abovementioned live the Chitimachas.
They abound upon the shores of the sea and of lakes, but are rarely seen in rivers.
I live North, among the rocks and mountains and lakes of Canada.
Mazurian swamps and lakes did all that he had ever claimed they would do and more.
So we have nothing to fear from those seeds that fell in our oceans, lakes and rivers.