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My return to Paul Smith's, alone, that afternoon, secured 

 to inr a ' time record " which gave me a day's distinction, 

 and which, I presume, "Charley" Martin, Paul's brother- 

 in-law and chief manager and useful man in general, 

 remembers to this day; and 1 expect him to vouch for it. 



I left the Saranac House at three o'clock, walked the four- 

 mile carry in fifty seven minutes; rowed through a heavy 

 sea across Big Clear Pond, about four miles, in thirty-five 

 minutes; then rested, at St. (}ermain's, twenty-five inin 

 utes; walked the two-mile earn in hall' an hour, and rowed 

 through I'ppcr St. Keu-is, and the connecting streams, four 

 miles, in forty minutes, to Paul Smith's, and that evening 

 walked the verandah half an hour, with a friend I found 

 there, for exercise! Thanks to the woods for that ! 



1 think my story slavered some of the guides, but 

 "Charley," whose guest I was, believed it at least, he did 

 not venture anything to the contrary. I here re atHrm it. 

 and appeal to the country! 



My halt at St. (Jermnin's ^ave me an opportunity to 

 interview the old Frenchman. 1 opened his heart with a 

 liberal portion of the contents of my tobaco-pouch, and 

 with a dime or two unlocked what 1 found still more com- 

 forting -his wife's pantn, whence she produced very 

 respectable doughnuts and cheese. The old man and 1 

 smoked together, some time, and he talked volubly; but, 

 tor the life of me. I could understand only a few of his 

 wonK although I caught their woodsy and fishy spirit well 

 enough. The half tamed boys were conquered by the -nine 

 and commit ulated me on my successful voyage 



