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harder ^ to locate the six inches broad path. At length having found it, we commenced our ascent, now climbing over fallen trees, now crawling under lowered boughs, now scrambling over rocks, now treading through black mud.

Rounding a bend at the end of a half hour's walk, we came upon the lake. How dark and lonely it looked! The smoke had now risen but no moon was visible to lighten up the sombreness of this forest-surrounded body of water.

[[image - a black-and-white photograph of a tent on the ground among trees; glued to the left side of the page, with caption]]
[[underlined]] Tent at Mountain Pond [[/underlined]]

Silently we followed the shore to the left and there out of the darkness appeared the white sides of our tent. It was but the work of a minute to unfasten the flaps, jump inside, roll ourselves up in our blankets, and settle ourselves down in our beds of balsam. Then, away from everyone, perfectly contented, we looked at each other and said, "This is the life."

[[image - a black-and-white photograph of a lake; glued to the bottom of the page, with caption]]
[[underlined]] At Mountain Pond [[/underlined]]