72 THE LIFE OF E. J. PECK 



rounded Cape Jones, and were drawing near to a 

 smaller cape when the wind shifted. On this 

 account they could not make much progress, and 

 as it was getting late they determined to make 

 for the shore, which was reached by pulling. By 

 the time they landed it was dark. Mr. Peck there- 

 fore had to leave all arrangements to the Indians, 

 who knew the coast, and would, he thought, take the 

 boat to a place of safety. She was at last anchored 

 in what seemed to be a sheltered bay or creek. The 

 party then went to their tent in the woods, taking 

 a few necessaries with them from the boat. 



It must not be supposed that a tent in this part 

 of the world is similar to the beautiful and pictur- 

 esque canvas structure we see at home. The tra- 

 vellers light upon some old poles that have been 

 used by previous parties of Indians. They then 

 proceed to clear away the snow, or to beat it down 

 with their feet. The tent poles are set up, and a 

 rough shelter formed with deer skins, canvas bags, 

 and sundry other articles all kept in place by ropes. 

 A small hole is left at the top for a chimney, while 

 at the southern and lower part is a space for a door. 

 The door itself is another old bag, which can be 

 lifted so that the men of the party can crawl in or 

 out at pleasure. In the centre of the tent is placed 

 a circle of stones for the fire-place. 



In such a place as this Mr. Peck and his party 

 retired weary and cold. Realizing that they had 



