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Sunday 15. I found I have lost a day and this will explain my dates for a few days back. The wind blew a gale all day yesterday all night and again all day today. It comes right square from the lake into our camp so that the men have had to build a barrier of logs to protect us. I amused myself yesterday painting names on the birches, The "Katahdin; the "Aboljacarmegus" and the "Millinoket". The men were greatly pleased and feel as proud as peacocks of them. Mr. Yeisley leaves us tomorrow morning early if the wind subsides and the mail goes with him. We shall probably not get our letters before we go out. I wish we could. We go from here to Lake Katahdin

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in without cutting them which I greatly regret as they are capital ones and entirely comfortable. It rained at intervals all night but this forenoon it has cleared off with a strong north west wind and the wind at this moment is blowing a gale, the tent flapping and the lake white with crested waves; but this promises fine weather again so essential to the enjoyment of the woods. Our guides are capital fellows good natured, respectful and willing. John Sanford, the head man and cook is a most patient, busy and ingenious man. He has lived in these woods the greater part of the time winter and summer. In the spring a lumberman, during the summer a guide and in winter hunting and trapping alone, going about on snowshoes and dragging his traps on a toboggan. William R. Boynton of Churchs brick is the Apollo of the party. Shapely limbs, trunk of an athlete,