Just as the wind started to go down, around five o'clock, and we had hopes of leaving, a thunderstorm came along from the north, and drove us hotfoot to the piazza of Harper's camp, were we have made our beds for a third night on Long Lake,- condemn it. Intend to get up early and leave it forever before breakfast, which latter we hope to eat on the Raquette River, where there is no surf. This is the third rain in seven days,- and it seldom rains in August! We have learned that it is liable to do almost anything at any season of the year, up here. Are looking for a snow-storm now. That and hail are the only things we have missed so far.

Had a shave this afternoon, after a fashion, and feel a little more respectable on that score, though otherwise I feel like the deuce. Wish the quinie wasn't packed away under the boat. Bed, eight.

--Distance today,-- nit.