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locality the coming winter. Trappers had been all along 

 the lower MacMillan River for two years and besides 

 Riddell, there was one still farther up at Cache Creek. 

 Riddell's main cabin was at Husky Dog Creek, and he 

 had then gone over on the South Fork to hunt with Mr. 

 Cameron and the others. 



Proceeding along his blazed trail I struck off across 

 the flats and reached the lake about five in the afternoon. 

 Scarcely any fresh moose tracks were observed in the 

 lower country, and none about the lakes. I called until 

 dark and then went directly to the river, striking it, unfor- 

 tunately, three miles below the cache. There was a 

 driving rain and it was a discouraging tramp through the 

 dark woods, pushing my way through alders, swamps, 

 and tangled underbrush. The smouldering camp-fire was 

 a welcome sight, and after a change of clothing and 

 some needed food, I slept while the rain dripped through 

 the shelter. 



