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on the Yellow Sand Beach of South Bay. It is a notable 

 and unique camp, very pleasant, convenient and well con- 

 ducted by a genuine woodsman who knows how to draw a 

 bead on a deer, write a charming account of it, and to keep 

 a hotel, a combination of accomplishments which makes 

 it worth the while of the tourist to be his guest, if he does 

 not care for more primitive camping or the responsibilities 

 of forest house-keeping on his own account. 



Another day we made an excursion to Forked Lake, 

 passing through the northern mid large, open portion 

 of Raquette Lake. We had scarcely got well under way, 

 when a heavy thunderstorm descended upon us in a blind- 

 ing fury of waters. Pushing for the nearest shore, we 

 landed upon Dog Point ( wherefore " Dog" Point, 1 know 

 not) where, most fortunately, we found an open bark camp, 

 whose occupants were absent. We look possession and 

 lounged and smoked under the goodly shelter until the 

 storm ceased. It is the fashion of the woods for guides and 

 sportsmen to make free use of all camps as they may need, 

 in an emergency, faithfully abstaining from any misuse or 

 abii-e. And The hearts O f true woodsmen are as open as 

 their bark camps, and their hospitalities as free as the air. 

 A curmudgeon has no business in the woods, but if he has, 

 I think he will shed his shell in a week. 



Forked Lake is reached by a short and easy carry, much 

 like a country road. We spent most of the day in alter- 

 nate sunshine and showers, rowing up the main inlet from 

 the west, where we fished with indill'erent success, and also 

 to the north end of the lake. The shores are of singular 



