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this trail. This procedure is not practised after the snow 

 has fallen, so long as it remains capable of receiving the 

 impression which makes the trail. Thus we find him suf- 

 fering from his own neglect ; but we feel assured that he is 

 fast learning to live, and we trust that he may live long to 

 learn. Let us now return to him. He is surrounded by 

 the gray dawn of morning ; is now ready to attempt to 

 retrace his steps. He utters one tremefidous yell, which is 

 heard distinctly in our camp, four miles away. He now 

 starts on his return ; the captain at the same time sets out 

 in search of him. They met in the woods ; it was a joyous 

 meeting; the woods resounded with their joyful shouts. 

 We have already described the return of the lost photog- 

 rapher to our camp, but have said nothing in regard to his 

 personal appearance. This description is possibly unneces- 

 sary to those who have read carefully his adventure. 



It is entirely natural that the reader should suppose the 

 photographer's expression to be perfectly woe-begone, and 

 at the same time that it should be haggard. I can assure 

 him that even these words fail to convey any adequate idea 

 of the poor man's personal appearance. He had certainly 

 suffered during the last eighteen hours about as much as it 

 is possible for any man to suffer in that brief space of time, 

 but it had taught him a valuable lesson, one which he did 

 not forget while we remained in Canada, and if you desire, 

 even at this date, to hear from his own lips a sad narrative 

 of his experience during the night that he was lost in the 

 wilderness, it is only necessary to ask him about that night 

 which he spent on Buck Lake. 



Our party now encamped on Long Lake, spent the 



