/// the Arctic /•' 



bout two hoi ier, and as h 



arrived, he supposed he had gone astray. It will be 

 se< n in the Bequel, that we had more than Buffi 

 n ason to tl« <nl »l the truth of this story. 



Michel now produced a hare and a partridge w 

 he had killed in the morning. This un I sup- 



ply of provision was received by us with a d 

 of gratitude t«> the Almighty for hi- ad we 



1 upon W the instrument he had chosen 



t<> pr< f cold, and 



Mr. Hood i ffered to Bhare his buffalo ruin- with him 

 at night: I crave him one of two shirts which I wore, 

 whilst Hepburn, in the warmth of his heart, 

 claimed, " How I shall love this man it' 1 find that 

 not ttdl lies like the others." Our meals 

 being finished, we arranged that th .it oi 



the things should be carried to the pines the next day ; 

 and after reading the evening - retired to b d 



lull of hope. 



Early in the morning Hepburn, Michel, and my- 

 Hclf, carried the ammunition, and i 



. articles t'> the pines. Michel was our guide, 

 and it did not occur to us at the time that hie 

 ducting u mpatible with 



if havin . us. He 



now informed us that he had, on his way to the U nt, 

 lri'i on the hill above the pi I orty-eight 



