About three miles further on we had a stiff battle to round a point, getting into the trough of waves several times, but the canoe "did noble". Then the breeze became a wind, and several rocks and shoal water of the next point looked so nasty, we beached on a sandy shore, with high ground just beyond, and got dinner at four,- ham, eggs, tea, crackers, and gingersnaps. Found we were on private ground for fair, but the house, not camp, seemed deserted, and the wind not going down much, we took our chances and pitched our tent. About seven o'clock the lake became smooth as a mill-pond, and we tried trolling, with no success. A party camping on an island to the north of us gave us two fine bass, which we will have for breakfast. They told us we were on Harper's (of Harper & Bros, New York) Lower Camp, but if anybody disturbs us, the law of the woods will not deny us one night's lodging.

Some little sandflies, I think they are, bother us some. Don't seem to bite,- just tickle. Expect to take a bath in the morning, if the water's not too cold. Beautiful moonlight night, but too tired to enjoy it. Bed 9:00 o'clock.

--Distance today, 10 miles.