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me sprawled out on top of the water, my rubber coat floating and swelling above me, pushing and tugging at the birch. A big owl in the woods derided me with a sarcastic chuckle but he was the only observer. The wind had risen when I got out on the lake and I had all I could do to manage my birch as the bow was out of the water and caught the wind, so that time she got the best of me and forced me to land on the beach and take a fresh start. Church and two of the guides were at the camp when I arrived and I amused them greatly with an account of my adventures. I changed my clothes and dried my wet toggery about the fire and although I watched them closely I unfortunately burned my boots and I fear I shall not be able to get them 

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four thicknesses of line and gut as though it were a thread. My tackle was altogether too light and I lost nearly all I hooked. There were occasional rains all day and everything was shrouded in mist. 

[[strikethrough]] Thursday [[/strikethrough]] Friday 13. We had our supper of pickerel and found them excellent and we breakfasted on them this morning. It was very warm last night and the flies and mosquitoes very troublesome. Church is fairly poisoned with them and his lame hand is swollen to twice its usual size. I gave him some tar soap which took the soreness out of my bites. The mists are still hanging about and occasionally there is slight rain. We wait in patience hoping it will clear by and lge.

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