Long Lake is rather pretty, wild and wooded on the northwest shore, cleared and farmed somewhat on the southeast, and here about half a mile wide. Paddled up,- or rather down,- two miles, through water as still as a mill-pond, and camped at two-thirty on an ideal spot on the northwest shore, with a beautiful sloping sandy beach, where was plenty of driftwood, and surrounded by birch and balsam.

Dinner at three-thirty,- scrambled eggs, pancakes, graham crackers, and tea. We bought half a pound of candles at Blue Mountain Lake. We cut lots of balsam after dinner and each made a balsam pillow,- Fred out of a cover he had brought especially, and I with a cover I knocked together with a red handkerchief of the Dago variety and a square of canvas. Fred has had a headache but it is gone now.