Inlet looks like a raging canal,- is bounded on either side by a dike, for steam-boat navigation. From here Blue Mountain looms up grandly.

We reached Eagle Lake a few minutes ahead of a terrific thunderstorm, and pulled up on the south shore just as the preliminary drops fell. We got up our tent after a fashion in the quickest time yet. The rain fell in torrents, and the lightning and thunder was terrifying. There was no chance at all for a fire. I laid around and wrote to father, and we played euchre until five o'clock, when the storm let up a little, and we got the duffle out from under the canoe and staked the tent out in good shape. Supper,- cold beans, chocolate, graham crackers, raisins, and Adam's Ale,- ye gods, what a mixture,- but filling an aching void. Watched the sunset trying to show itself from behind the clouds after supper. Bed eight o'clock, and d--- glad of it.

Distance today,- 12 miles (have got to do better than that)