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and pulled him into the canoe. His jaws were closed on 

 the otter, which was hauled in with him, together with 

 part of the net. 



Then dog and otter, both entangled in the net, began 

 to struggle in the cranky canoe which Mrs. Hosfall had 

 to balance with nothing but a pole. But she was equal 

 to it. In some way pulling off the dog, she grasped the 

 hind leg of the otter and killed it with the pole. Few 

 men could have successfully accomplished such a feat, 

 and may this record of it stand as a suggestion of her 

 skill! 



October 4-5. The next day a rain storm prevented 

 my setting out to climb the MacMillan Mountains, but 

 the day after it was clear, and after following for some 

 distance a trapper's blazed trail, I struggled through the 

 timber and began the ascent of the slopes. It was a climb 

 of three and a half hours from the river to the top, which 

 was buried under deep snow. 



The highest peak of the MacMillan Mountains, an 

 irregular, dome-shaped crest extending three or more 

 miles in a semicircle, curving north at its west end, cul- 

 minates at the extreme western extension of the range. I 

 found it heart-breaking to wade through the deep snow, 

 but finally reaching the highest point rested and looked 

 over the country. All the Kalzas mountains seemed close 

 on the north-east rugged granite ranges with serried, 

 battlemented peaks. I could see Kalzas Lake and the 

 mountains along the MacMillan River for a long distance. 

 Broad, deep valleys separated the Kalzas range from the 

 MacMillan Mountains, and judging by the appearance 



