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7.

Sunday, August 9.

An encouraging mass of fog hung over the lake when we awoke early the next morning. The invariable rule in the mountains is that the heavier the fog, the brighter the sun will shine, once the fog has lifted.

This day proved to be no exception and by the time breakfast was over the sun was shing brightly and the trees bordering the lake were being vividly reflected in the clear quiet water. We made our way down to Fourth Lake and paddled a couple of miles to Becker's Camp. On the way we passed the little Episcopal Church, hidden among the trees and to which already several boats were headed.

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The Church

This church was built up through the energy and devotion of Rev. Dr. Cook of Ilion and is warmly supported by all campers on the lake. It might be called the melting-pot of Fourth Lake for there once a week you meet old friends. To those who come in year after year, each year adding new acquaintances, it is most pleasant to have a common meeting-place. Throughout the month of August the church is crowded, people sitting on the steps outside and on tree-stumps.

At Beckers we took the trail across a gap in the mountains to Bubs Lake. This name is said to have been given the lake by its owner - an Adirondack guide of former years - in honor of his son,