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huge dam at its bottom thirty-two feet high, and this 

 immense volume of water is forced in places away into 

 the interior, along the avenues made by the various 

 streams, the water killing millions of feet of standing 

 timber. For when the water is drawn off by opening 

 the gates of the dam an ocean of mud and many 

 stranded logs are left along the banks wherever the 

 water has flowed. 



I made my exit upon a stretch of such land. It was 

 then a struggle to keep from getting mired. The best 

 way I found was to look for stumps, roots and pieces 

 of bark and to jump from one to the other of these 

 friendly helps. It was laborious and heating work. 



When this stage of the journey was passed I came 

 into Moose Pond, a sheet of water perhaps three-quar- 

 ters of a mile in diameter. The shores were lined with 

 four million feet of logs awaiting a spring freshet to be 

 floated down to the big lake below. 



The logs being speedily crossed, the road now lay up 

 the stream to the dam at the foot of " Our Lake." A 

 mile from Moose Pond, the high landing was reached 

 from which we had started that morning to go to the 

 lumber camps. 



During the previous spring some log drivers had 

 erected a wide shed under which a table was built 

 where the men ate their meals. It had no sides, it was 

 only a roof sustained by four posts. 



Here I found lying in the grass from the past spring 



