Old Grist Mill at Brainerd Mission as seen from Chickamauga Town.

CHICKAMAUGA LAKE

Where farmers’ cattle grazed on pasture lands,

The fishes feed; the clumsy turtles swim

Where once the corn crops grew; the frog expands

His throat, proud of the pleasure given him;

This lake now slips its fingertips between

A hundred little pebbled hills, and all

Are dressed in tender grass and leaves of green,

With here and there an islet like a ball