We hurried back up the river as fast as four strong arms could propel our light boat, and resting, the second night, at Wilbur's, on Raquette Lake, I the next morning selected a site for a camp, where we built a neat little bark-house, proof against all discomforts of an elemental character, and that night I rested under my own roof, squatter though I was.
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 2, No. 14, December 1858 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics by Various