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kindly promised to send up some provisions from 

 the south to meet them. And they were anxious 

 to fall in with these supplies. But the days that 

 followed were not altogether pleasant. We read 

 extracts like this : " We had quite an excitement, 

 for about midnight our tent was blown down, and 

 as the snow was falling we were in a predica 

 ment. I could not help indulging in a good laugh 

 in spite of the cold. Edward Richards managed 

 somehow to dress and crawl out from underneath 

 his stiff, frozen casement, and we succeeded in getting 

 our frail tabernacle up again." 



Or, again, after his companion had gone out to 

 look for the expected Indians who were to bring 

 their supplies from Fort George, we read the not 

 encouraging words : " Edward Richards returned 

 to-day. The news he brought is not at all cheer 

 ing. There were no Indians, and the coast is blocked 

 with ice, I have no doubt we shall find something 

 to eat. We must rest in God and not be afraid.*' 

 Three days later Mr. Richards succeeded in killing 

 a duck, " so we are provided for at least another 

 meal. I have a few provisions left, but I wish to 

 keep them until the last extremity." 



At last, on June 7, the long looked for Indians 

 arrived. They had been delayed, as the ice had 

 prevented them bringing in their canoes. On that 

 day we find the note : " We shall (D.V.) start to 

 morrow and go some distance inland, and then 



