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regions but a most delightful temperature. I am seated in the clean granite sand with my back against a dead pine the waves curling up the shore and the sound of the axes coming to me as the men busy themselves about the camp. It is amazing to note how the useful interests us and how bitter the ornamental here. The men have just been a mile or more across the lake to get some long split cedar boards we saw yesterday and any rude convenience forms a topic of interested talk.

[[strikethrough]] Wednesday [[/strikethrough]] - Thursday
Thursday 12
Yesterday morning after an early breakfast we took the tree branches and crossed the lake on our way to trout pond, and Toque pond two small lakes lying among the hills, the former a mile from this lake and the latter two miles further. Will and I remained at trout pond as I took my rod with me while Chuck and Mr. Yeisley went to Toque. I fished while they were gone and caught nine nice trout some of them weighing about half a pound. I think if I could have go out into the deep water I could have got some big ones but there being no boat I had to fish from the shore and could only fish in certain places as a strong wind was blowing. I waded out and stumbled over the rocks and once fell backwards and got a ducking. This whole region is made up of boulders which have drifted down in glaciers &c from Katahdin and the bottoms of the lakes are paved in the same way. We rested at noon and devoured a big chunk of frizzled pork and an hour or two after the other party returned and we came back to camp where we had a supper of trout which we all enjoyed. I was very tired. We lay in our tent and talked wood