Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1893
Oct. 14.
(No. 2.)
  After dinner we decided to each take a boat and make the
attempt to reach Lakeside. The wind had fallen considerably but
we met an ugly head sea as soon as we got of our sheltered little
cove and our progress was at first slow and uncomfortable for the
boats all shipped more or less water. I went in the sailing
canoe and used the double paddle. By the time we reached Metal-
luc Island all the strength had left my arms (although I was not
otherwise tired) and the men by turns had to tow me through the
Narrows. The wind meanwhile had sunk to a mere breeze but
before we reached Great Island it began blowing a gale again.
Jim attempted to tow me still further but the rope parted three
times in succession under the strain of the big waves. After a
short consultation it was decided to leave the canoe at the
Tidswell place, whence I walked through the woods to Jim Mc.Leods
while the men kept on with the boats. I found the trail ob-
structed by many freshly fallen trees and it was nearly dark
before I reached my destination where Jim met me and ferried me
across to Lakeside. During the passage of the Lake we were treat-
ed to a succession of the most beautiful cloud effects. Every
now and then the clouds would part and reveal a mountain, on
which perhaps, the sunlight shone. Then they would close in
again as black as midnight. There were several fine rainbows.
[margin]We break
camp & return to 
Lakeside
in boats
& canoe[/margin]
  We saw but five birds, several Sheldrake, three Bonaparte's
Gulls flying together over the Lake near B. Cove and just below
[margin]Bonaparte
Gulls[/margin] 