102 THE ADIRONDACK. 



the woods. But in this we were disappointed, and 

 therefore traveled on until the shades of evening be- 

 gan to gather over the forest, admonishing us to seek 

 a place of rest for the night. We had now gone six- 

 teen miles from Adirondack, which, added to the 

 twelve miles in the morning, made nearly thirty miles 

 — a severe day's work. Twilight brought us to the 

 Boreas River, and here we found a log shanty, which 

 some timber cutters had put up the winter before, and 

 deserted in the spring. It was a lonely looking tiling, 

 dilapidated and ruinous, with some straw below, and a 

 few loose boards laid across the logs above by way of a 

 chamber. I expected to have had some trout for sup- 

 per, for a young clergyman who had joined us a day 

 or two before, said that on his way up he took sixteen 

 out of one pool as fast as he could cast his line. But 

 it was nearly dark when we reached the river, and so, 

 kindling a blazing fire outside, we dined on our last 

 provisions, and turned in. As I said, only a few boards 

 were laid across the logs above, leaving the rest of the 

 loft perfectly open. By getting on a sort of scaffold- 

 ing, and reaching the timbers overhead, we were able 

 to swing ourselves up on the scanty platform. After 

 I succeeded in gaining this peroh, I helped the others 



