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Friday, August 21.
Our uncomfortable night made us only too glad to get started as early as 4:30 in the morning. Rain was still falling and we did not wait for breakfast. This was the morning of the eclipse but the leaden sky prevented us from seeing the sun at all.
 The seven miles of winding paddling of the Raquette were very tiresome to us, not having had anything to eat for twenty-four hours with the exception of a sandwich at Placid and a few crackers. What a welcome sight the Raquette Falls House was and how eaherly did we eat the splendid breakfast, especially the countless extra griddle-cakes which we bribed the cook to make for us! And then with our spirits revived, even though the drizzle continued, we made the carry around Raquette Falls and started on our steady paddle to Long Lake.
 I have already remarked upon the sensation of going downhill experienced in this portion of the river. On going back you have a similar sensation, although possibly not quite as marked, of going uphill.
 We wound around tourn after turn, expecting every moment that Long Lake would come into view. At length we struck some rapids when we found it necessary to get out and drag the canoe. As the sun had been out for some time and we were now more or less dry, we this time took off our shoes and stockings, rolled up our trousers and waded in- very lady-like. As rapids after rapids appeared and we had to get out time after time, we became so thoroly disgusted that we plunged right into the water without taking anything off, often slipping off slimy rocks waist deep into the water. We would slop back into the canoe, carrying quantities of water with us and soon