Tahoe, ta-ho', a lake on the border line between Nevada and California. It is twenty miles long and about half as wide. The Truckee River is its outlet. The water has been dammed and diverted to irrigate a large body of land. Lake Tahoe is a picturesque body of water much frequented by tourists. The air and scenery are thus described by Mark Twain: We plodded on and at last the lake burst upon us--a noble sheet of blue water lifted six thousand three hundred feet above the level of the sea, and walled in by a rim of snow-clad mountain peaks that towered aloft full three thousand feet higher still! It was a vast oval, and one would have to use up eighty or a hundred good miles in traveling around it. As it lay there with the shadows of the mountains brilliantly photographed upon its still surface, I thought it must surely be the fairest picture the whole earth affords. Three months of camp life on Lake Tahoe would restore an Egyptian mummy to his pristine vigor, and give him an appetite like an alligator. I do not mean the oldest and driest mummies, of course, but the fresher ones. The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be?--it is the same the angels breathe. I think that hardly any amount of fatigue can be gathered together that a man can not sleep off in one night on the sand by its side. Not under a roof, but under the sky; it seldom or never rains there is summer time.