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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
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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