Up rather late,- seven o'clock. Breakfast eight,- oatmeal, fried bass, coffee. Fish were fine. Packed up immediately afterwards hoping to get away, but the wind was ahead of us, and whipped up a big surf, worse than that of yesterday, keeping it up all day, and making canoeing hazardous, to say the least. Laid around; watched the surf, read papers; wrote birch-bark letters all morning,- though when and where they will be mailed, God only knows.

Both took a bath at three o'clock. Water was fine. Just like sea-bathing as far as surf was concerned,- also heeded the incidental wash. Unpacked at four and had dinner,- bacon, coffee, maple syrup with pancakes,- latter were the best we've had yet.