which I later found was the old Koochiching-Duluth 

 road between lower Lake Superior and Canada dur- 

 ing the Reil Rebellion. I followed this road and as 

 is usually the case with a lost person, I went the 

 wrong way. 



All day I traveled. I ate snow to quench my thirst 

 till my tongue was blistered, but had nothing to 

 satisfy my hunger. By some means I lost one of my 

 mittens in crawling over logs and through brush and 

 consequently came near losing a hand by freezing. 

 On I traveled. Just before dusk I suddenly came 

 upon a section corner mark which I carefully examin- 

 ed and to my great disappointment, I found I was 

 going around the lake on the opposite side from my 

 home. I also found by its reading that I was farther 

 from the agency than I had been at daylight Monday 

 morning. I also realized that to continue the direction 

 I was going no house might be encountered in one 

 hundred miles. I sat down and made a plat in the 

 snow to- correspond to the directions as given on the 

 marked tree and, knowing the readings of the land 

 marks at the agency I definitely located my position. 

 1 then drew a map of the region and placed the roads 

 and trails on it as I knew them. I then knew for a 

 certainty that the road I was on was not given on 

 recent maps. By careful comparison of the map with 

 my memory of the region I concluded that about a 

 half mile to the southward oii the same side of the 

 lake there was a road that could be traveled back to 

 the main trail-road that led around the lake to the 

 agency. 



Making myself sure, I started in search of that 



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