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Slept near Wilson Fallss tentside The falls is furious, a gusher Soon after forded Big Wilson river wide and cold with boulder bottom What a break to reach [[space]] shelter Someone had left sausage and cheese So we had a feast and fixed our feet Maine in autumn is mean seldom sunshine frosted fingers and toes fog and rain [[3 blank lines]] Crossed Fourth Mtn and several others Arrived after 12 miles of rain at Shelter Chairbal Mtn. crowded but made room Not much sleep. In morning girl came crying and half dead of exposure