
          500.

then walked along the shore to our old camping place.  While we had
been talking it had stopped raining, but now it began again
and poured down harder than it had at anytime before.  Mr. W. tied
up his umbrella & while he was looking for wood I broke up some
into fine chips.  It was while thus engaged that it poured down
the hardest, had I not been protected by my overcoat I would have
been soaked to the skin, Mr. W. got very wet.  Having enough
small wood I got a large piece of paper and piled the wood around it,
but when I wanted to strike a match, I found that my fingers
were so numb that I could not hold it firmly enough to light it
or the greatly worn paper used for that purpose.  I then tried it on
my clothes but they were too damp and I succeeded to do
was the breaking off of the match heads.  In the meantime the paper
and chips had become very wet, making it necessary to use other
paper and more dry chips.  Mr. W. now returned and we again
tried to light the fire, this time with success.  The wood burned
nicely and in a short time, notwithstanding the rain, we had a
fine fire.  After this heavy downpour which lasted more than an
hour, it began to clear.  It stopped raining entirely, and for a 
few minutes the sun shone.  We had no more rain, although it remained
        