XVII. 



LONG LAKE A FEARFUL NIGHT A GALE IN THE WOODS 



MAN BITTEN BY A RABBIT. 



Long Lake, August. 



My Dear H : 



You must expect now and then a hiatus in my 

 journal, for hours of idleness are indulged in here as 

 well as in civilized life. To-day, wearied with yes- 

 terday's tramp, we may be loitering around the camp, 

 cleaning our rifles, and recruiting ourselves for a long 

 to-morrow. Sometimes we idle away the entire morn- 

 ing, and spend the afternoon in fishing — again take a 

 deer in the morning, and after dinner dress him, then 

 perhaps, practice rifle -shooting towards evening. At 

 another time a rain-storm sets in, which lasts two or 

 three days, compelling us to keep close and do no- 

 thing. As these are all rather monotonous to me, the 

 relation would be so to you — beside, one trout fishing 



