Back to camp at one,- dinner 2:30,- chicken soup, johnny cake, bread, raisins, and tea,- quite a feast. Fred baked the cake, and though a little burnt, it was really quite fine. Laid off this afternoon and loafed. Intend to paddle back to Upper Saranac by moon-light tonight, and camp on our old camp-ground near Rustic Lodge. - - - - - - - - - Left at six o'clock although the moon was not yet up. Took the north shore of the lake, dodging here and there between the islands.

The water was as smooth as glass, and the stillness almost supernatural. All that could be heard was the rhythmical "dip-dip" of the paddles, the swish-swish of the water as our sharp prow cut it into tiny ripples, and the occasional call of a night-bird.

We reached the end of the lake just as the last rays of a magnificent sunset were dying in the west, and it was a mystery how we located the Saranac River in the fast gathering dusk. Locate it we did, and several times we got into false channels or "set-backs" and had to retrace. Once we were lost in the high weeds, and trailed round and round in an almost vain attempt to locate the river-channel. We finally did so, and a little further on knew we were on the right track by reaching the dam and rapids, which we towed through with little trouble, and proceeded on up the river.