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Cape Chatte or Cape Ste. Anne, where the river 

 widens out very much. 



About 5 a.m. we met a large hummock of ice 

 and got under shelter of it for a rest. My bro- 

 ther and I had had nothing to eat or drink for 

 thirty-six hours nor the Labries for twenty- tour. 

 They had taken breakfast before going out. I 

 did not feel the hunger much, but I was very thirs- 

 ty, as were all the others, and occasionally they 

 would eat a little snow on the sly, as I would not 

 permit it, the effect being very bad and weaken- 

 ing. Here we divided two of the ducks for our 

 breakfast "harelda glacialis" au naturel. It 

 was very fine, but I thought our cook might have 

 left out the glacialis. However, we partly got 

 over this by holding it under the arm inside of our 

 coats, for some minutes. We felt refreshed with 

 this slight moal and the canoe dragging was re- 

 newed. 



At daylight I caught sight of Cape Chatte, 

 about twelve miles distant, and bearing S.-E. 

 from us and this was comforting to me, as show- 

 ing that we had held our own against the drift. 

 As far as I could see, the ice, although most of it 

 in broken pieces, was solidly packed. It was an 

 older formation too, as there was snow on it,, 

 making the dragging very heavy. Our progress 

 became slower, and my companions showed signs 

 of exhaustion. With the rising of the sun the 

 wind had increased, driving the cold through us. 



