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I would not have missed that walk for a good deal. If 
you want an exact recipe for making such a road, take 
one part Mud Pond, and dilute it with equal parts of 
Umbazookskus and Apmoojenegamook; then send a 
family of musquash through to locate it, look after the 
grades and culverts, and finish it to their minds, and let 
a hurricane follow to do the fencing. 
We had come out on a point extending into Apmoo¬ 
jenegamook, or Chamberlain Lake, west of the outlet of 
Mud Pond, where there was a broad, gravelly, and rocky 
shore, encumbered with bleached logs and trees. We 
were rejoiced to see such dry things in that part of the 
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world. But at first we did not attend to dryness so much 
as to mud and wetness. We all three walked into the 
lake up to our middle to wash our clothes. 
This was another noble lake, called twelve miles long, 
east and west; if you add Tebos Lake, which, since the 
dam was built, has been connected with it by dead water, 
it will be twenty; and it is apparently from a mile and 
a half to two miles wide. We were about midway its 
length, on the south side. We could see the only clear¬ 
ing in these parts, called the “ Chamberlain Farm,” with 
two or three log buildings close together, on the opposite 
shore, some two and a half miles distant. The smoke 
of our fire on the shore brought over two men in a canoe 
from the farm, that being a common signal agreed on 
when one wishes to cross. It took them about half an 
hour to come over, and they had their labor for their 
pains this time. Even the English name of the lake had 
a wild, woodland sound, reminding me of that Chamber- 
lain who killed Paugus at Lovewell’s fight. 
After putting on such dry clothes as we had, and hang¬ 
ing the others to dry on the pole which the Indian ar- 
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