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I It was with a great feeling of relief that we paddled the remaining mile or so on the Raquette to Long Lake. Rounding the corner of the outlet, we found the lake in the throes of a heavy wind-storm. Our boat was soon being tossed about by the white-crested waves. We had hoped to make Long Lake Landing that night, spend the evening in the village, possibly dry out our blankets, and camp outside the town for the night. The high wind made much progress impossible and seeing and inviting place on the beach, we decided to land, have supper, and wait for the wind to go down. We ate everything we had, including a jar of Beech-nut bacon which was especially alluring.

The clouds which had overcasti the sky all the day long were now breaking and great detached masses of cumulus clouds were hovering over the western horizon. The sun was setting directly opposite us, the clouds being lighted up with all varieties of color. No matter how accurate a picture an artist might paint of that Adirondack sunset, critics, who had never viewed it, would instantly accuse him of gross exaggeration. Just as the view from a mountain top is grander as the storm breaks

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[[underline]] Sunset on Long Lake [[/underline]]