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when the gale set in. Then he had gradually 

 described a circle of about half a mile and coming 

 to his own track had followed it, apparently think- 

 ing that II was somebody else's. Strange to say, 

 lie kept this up till his track was beaten hard and 

 hollow. He had a gun, an axe, some matches 

 and a few slices of bread and cooked pork. He 

 never made any attempt to light a fire or to eat, 

 but had kept on walking till almost exhausted. 

 We saw where he had leaned against trees to rest. 

 Finally he had sat down at the foot of a spruce 

 tree, with his back against it. His knees were 

 drawn up with his arms and head resting on them 

 like some one going to sleep. In that position 

 he had been frozen stiff, with his gun across his 

 thighs and the parcel of bread attached to it. A 

 large toboggan had been brought with us. On this 

 we laid the body and hauled it out to Pointe des 

 Monts. 



