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his late severe journey, strapped on liis snow-shoes, 

 and set out to seek Milton amongst the Indians at 

 White Fish Lake. He suffered so severely from snow- 

 shoe lameness, however, that he with difficulty ac- 

 complished the nine or ten miles' journey by 

 nightfall. Opening the door of the hut, he discovered 

 the old squaw — frying-pan in hand — engaged in 

 cooking the evening pemmican, and was warmly 

 received by all, Milton being quite tired of living 

 entirely amongst savage society, and the Indians 

 always ready to welcome the white man hospitably. 

 The Hunter and Misquapamayoo were absent, having 

 gone to bring in the meat of a moose, which the 

 former had killed. We returned home on the follow- 

 ing day, leaving word for the two Indians to join us 

 as soon as possible. 



