There are 934 ties in this part of the railroad,- again, count 'em and see. The railroad is the dinkiest thing ever. An ordinary old-style locomotive, pulling two open street-cars. They telephone for the train to come over when they happen to want it at the opposite end of the carry from where it happens to be.

Utowana outlet, for half a mile, and the lake for two miles and a half. The southwest breeze was very stiff, and we put ashore once for safety during an extra stiff blow. When we reached the head of the lake we found we had hugged the wrong shore (the north) and the inlet was half a mile to the south, and we had to put ashore on acount of the swells, which piled up in great shape. The white-caps also were very nasty looking. The lake itself is uninteresting,- not wild,- simply desolate. The canoe rides superbly, as we found when the wind had gone down a little, in cutting across the swells to the inlet. Lost an hour and a half here.