I found I have lost a day and this will explain my dates for a few days back. The wind blew a gale all day yesterday, all night and again all day today. It comes right square from the lake into our camp so that the men have had to build a barrier of logs to protect us. I amused myself yesterday painting names on the birches, the "Katahdin", the "Aboljacarmegus" and the "Millinoket". The men were greatly pleased and feel as proud as peacocks of them. Mr. Yeisley leaves us tomorrow morning early if the wind subsides and our mail goes with him. We shall probably not get our letters before we go out. I wish we could. We go from here to Lake Katahdin but when I do not know. It is probable we shall not have to send in for any thing and as the man who takes Mr. Yeisley does not return we will not receive our letters. I found it is a practicable thing to go from here to the head waters of the St. John and so down in canoes to St. John. I wish I could go around that way and drop in on Gussie. Perhaps some day we will do this. If you like you may send this to Sadie but tell her to preserve it for me. We are enjoying ourselves greatly. I find my boots are not much injured and had them on yesterday which is a great relief. The wind is roaring and the lake white with foamy waves. Not very agreeable but still not unendurable. Dont bore any one reading this. It is only for you and me.