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in great profusion, as they did in nearly every open 
dry place. 
During the afternoon, we carefully beat the 
country which lay between this valley and camp, 
but without seeing hoof or feather. Arriving at 
our tent, we found that Semond had carried the 
canoe and horns, with everything else we could 
spare, to the lake as ordered, so as to lighten the 
burdens in the morning, as we decided to move back 
to La Belle Riviére the following day. On Friday 
morning, starting before the others, I took another 
look at the nearby meadow, but again it was empty, 
so taking a route through the forest which was 
about parallel with the trail, I hunted carefully for 
a couple of hours without seeing any very fresh 
tracks. Arriving close to the canoe at Lac des Cé- 
dres, I found that the men had everything on board 
and were waiting. We landed on a rocky island 
and took photos, none of which came out, as some- 
thing had been left undone; then we pushed on and 
arrived at the end of Lac de La Belle Riviére at 
sundown. Here we made our final camp and the 
next morning Semond was dispatched to Metabet- 
chuan for the buckboards. 
Dalle took me up the lake to try for caribou once 
more. As I intended following the setting sun 
much further west than Quebec, and as the season 
was getting late, this was to be my last day. We 
landed on the south side, some distance up, and fol- 
lowing a nice-looking trout stream for some miles, 
came to a splendid meadow in which there was no 
game. ‘Travelling through the forest is an amuse- 
