Year: 1878

course they lodged shot andshell as only looms can dodge.

 Wednesday morning we started again and padded up through .Ambejejus Lake. Hub and Harry padded the canoes over the falls where it seemed impossible for any boat to live against the current. Every stroke hadto tell. If one stroke had missed, So that the current could strike the canoe broadside, no power could have kept it right side up. Wehad one quarter mile carry just above, where we stop ped, built fire, caught fish, and had dinner. We have passed through several small lakes, over two more carries through several Logans as they are called here (small streams of still water conecting one lake with another).

 At about five o'clock we came into what is called the Pockwockamus dead water, sheet of water about two miles long and one half mile wide. Here we met two Indians who came up as guides to party camping on Pock- wockamus. We pushed on to where we ex- pected to find an old log house to camp in, but unluckily we found it partly demolished and some hunter had converted it into dead fall bear trap. Padding on mile farther, we went ashore and built bush hut, cooked SUD- per, started rousing fire near the open end of the hut, rolled up in our blankets and went to sleep. At midnight we were startled out of a sound sleep by the rain pattering through the leaves. This was an unpleasant state of things to say the least We rushed down and hauled our canoes up on the bank, inverted them, hustled all our baggage under, and prepared to crawl in ourselves, when it stopped raining and we went back to our brush hut and slept until morning. Then we caught fish, ate good breakfast, and started along. The Indi- ans that we met the evening before came along and said they should probably go down the river in few days, So we hastily wrote letters home and gave them to mail. Without enter ing into minute details, I will simply say that we reached our permanent camp at about three o'clock, Thursday, after a four days journey from Medway. and six days from home.

 We are now in the very widest section of Maine. Game of all kinds abeunds here, such as moose, bear, deer, ,carabou, lynx, otter, duck, partridge, all kinds of small game, and all varieties of fish, but of course all the large game is very hard to get We find plenty of tracks, but we do not expect to capture any of those large animals. Hardly any of the par ties that come up in here for a few weeks for rest and recreation do get the large game. Partridge are very tame here, you can almost knock them off the trees with stick. Ducks also are very plenty. There are no beach, nuts here in the mountain, this season, and bears are mostly down nearer the settlements. A bear caught two-year- r-old steer in Medway, the night before we left, and several cattle and sheep have been caught there of late Old Mt. Katahdin looms up behind our camp, the peaks away up beyond the clouds. When we write next we hope to be able to give de- scription of our ascent of the mountain. The night of our ambition now is to get to the top of Katahdin. George and Hub are going to paddle down to Pockwockamus in the hopes of finding the two Indians to send our mail out by. If they do not find them, we shall preba- ably not have another chance to get mail out until we come ourselves. w.