260 CRANBERRY LAKE. THE OSWEGATCHTEJ. 



reminder that we did not choose to be disturbed by curious 

 intruders. When wholly awake, however, I suspected the 

 noises were made by the mice or rabbits running about 

 \\herewehadscatteredcrumbs from our supper table on 

 the ground. Some laughter, more stories, and we were 

 asleep again. 



The morning opened as calm, and as innocent of evil 

 threat, as a May-day, and the water \vaslike glas-;. After 

 a hasty and frugal hrcakfa-l. \\e left "Wind Hound 

 Camp," as we christened our temporary home, loaded our 

 luggage, launched our good, staunch little craft, and speed- 

 ily paddled our way of seven miles to the home-camp, 

 where we were heartily greeted and congratulated by our 

 party, who had had not a little anxiety on our behalf and 

 our excursion up the Oswegatchie wa^ ended. 



Letters and papers in good quantity, by the hands of 

 some incoming party, had arrived in our absence ; we 

 learned that the outer world was conducting itself quite 

 properly without us; and thus reassured, we were full of 

 satisfaction, and prepared to enjoy to the utmost the few 

 remaining hours of our abode in the wilderness. 



