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and the door barricaded. I called loudly in 

 French and heard one of the girls who had been 

 peeping at us, say, "They are not Indians." 



Mrs. Tanguay then came to the door and after a 

 question as to who we were, the door was opened. 

 The poor woman on seeing our condition was ex- 

 ceedingly grieved to have kept us waiting and she 

 hustled around, taking off our ice-covered cloth- 

 ing, to make up for it. A neighbour was sent for 

 to help in rubbing the frost-bitten men. In the 

 meantime our hostess set to work making pan- 

 cakes for our supper. I told her she need not 

 bother about them for the moment. They had no 

 tea, so we took some hot milk and water and a 

 piece of toasted bread and butter. We wrapped 

 up my brother in a warm blanket and put him to 

 bed, as he was completely played out. The boy, 

 and one of the neighbours, hauled up our canoe 

 and took up our guns and snowshoes my bro- 

 ther's and mine for the Labries had none. 

 After this was all kindly attended to, I enquired 

 about the telegraph office and was told that it was 

 about two miles further east, and that the road, 

 owing to the recent gale, was very bad, and be- 

 sides this that Mrs. T. had no horse. Being very 

 anxious to send news to all our relatives, I decid- 

 ed to go on my snowshoes and save time. I was 

 very warmly received by the Agent, Mr. T. J. 

 Lamontagne, and the telegrams were sent imme- 

 diately. He also insisted upon driving me back 



