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had been baked into grease cakes by John, and with 

 these, the venison and hot tea, we enjoyed one of the 

 heartiest meals of our lives. 



On the morning of the 29th, enshrouded by a dense 

 fog, we entered the river, and though for a time we 

 could see neither bank, we knew our course from my 

 sketch made on the hill- top. Later in the day the 

 weather, clearing, enabled us at noon, as we entered 

 the west end of Schultz Lake (so called in honor of the 

 late Lieutenant-Governor of Manitoba), to ascertain our 

 latitude, which was 64 43' north. Along the north 

 shore of this lake extended a high range of rocky, snow- 

 clad hills, from four to five hundred feet in height. The 

 south shore was also bold and rocky, but of consider- 

 ably less elevation. 



The next day the old story of looking for the " hole " 

 out of the lake was repeated. At noon, while lunch was 

 being prepared, my brother climbed a hill on the south 

 shore, and from its summit discovered the outlet, four or 

 five miles distant on the opposite side. 



As soon as possible after my brother's descent we 

 started straight across on our course for the river. Light 

 wolfy clouds were already scudding across the sky, and 

 after them dark masses began to roll up from the 

 horizon and soon overshadowed us. We were evidently 

 in for a blow, and in order to avoid being overtaken on 

 the open lake, every man exerted himself to the utmost. 

 No sooner had we reached shore than the storm burst 

 upon us, but once in the river channel we were able to 

 obtain shelter from the force of the gale if not from the 

 pelting rain. 



We had now reached the second of two points of 



