At three we pulled ashore at a likely looking place, the confluence of the Raquette and a pretty stream coming in from the right, which we thought to be Palmer Brook (we afterwards learned it was Stony Slough, and a mere setback of the Raquette).

Dinner at four. Fried onions, boiled corn, bread and tea. After dinner we fished for Bull-heads. Fred had his usual luck. Caught two,- one whopper. I succeeded in losing two hooks, and a big fellow with one of them, and landing one small fish. While we were cleaning them, Fred left his line out, and caught two more, one after the other, cleaning them as fast as he caught them. He would have gone on this way all night if I had let him.

This is the wildest country yet. Only met four boats in the nine miles from Long Lake here, and two of those we passed on the carry. The guides who had them were trying to catch the steamer on Long Lake at four-fifteen with the passengers they had, and they passed down the river while we were cleaning our fish, and said they had succeeded in making it. They were our informants as to our being on Stony Slough, which they said was five miles above Stony Creek, where we leave the Raquette. They expected to make the Hiawatha House that night.