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through the rough sea of BigClear; but the genuineness oi' 

 their wonder at and admiration of my c\j)loit may have 

 been established by my prompt and liberal payment for the 

 use of their boat brought safe to the landing. It' 1 had been 

 drowned, 1 should have been more t roubles-nine and lev, 

 profitable to them. 



At the other end of the carry from St. (Jermain's, 1 

 encountered a party of Harvard ( 'ollege boys on (heir way lo 

 Long Lake. They \\ere \\ithout guides, and carried their 

 bo.-iN and luggage and cooking utensils on their hacks and 

 shoulders, after the fashion of men trained in the woods 

 rather than on a college campus. Thev weiv in fine spirits, 

 but were anticipating a long pull and hard work before 

 the} should reach their camp, where they were to be met 

 by companions who had preceeded them. 



The next day I found myself none the wor-e for my trip 



to the I pper Saranac. and planned to make I he a-eeiit ot 



i* 

 St. Regis Mountain; but the atmosphere was very smoky, 



and I abandoned the project. This is one of the expedi- 

 tion^ every man and every strom: minded and limbed lady 

 at Paul Smith's is expected to make A fat gentleman, 

 who sat next to me at Ihe breakfast table, had made it the 

 day before. He had forgotten to carry up with him a bot- 

 tle of water, and had sutl'ered almost intolerably from 

 thirst. The climbing up the rocks, moreover, had bruised 

 and fatigued him greatly; and lie declared with spirited 

 emphasis that the whole thing wa< a "horrible job." and he 

 wouldn't repeat it if you would give him all the mountain- 

 you could see from the top of St. 



