292 ON SNOW-SHOES TO THE BARREN GROUNDS 



on Tuesday, April 3Oth, at half-past ten in the morning 

 I, leading the way in accordance with North Country 

 courtesy, rounded a point of Great Slave Lake and be- 

 held Fort Resolution. 



In half an hour I was at the post, Gaudet shaking my 

 hand, and the remaining population, all the men, women, 

 and children, crowding about me in rather clamorous 

 welcome. 



All things come to an end, and my Barren Ground 

 trip, the hardest a man could make, had run its course. 



