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three Indians and Saunders with McGaw and myself, we were 

 to go right on to a spot where I knew there was good 

 hunting on the Upper Gander. Then McGaw and I would 

 go into camp alone for a week or ten days, and send the 

 Indians and Saunders back towards Dog Lake to assist Sandy 

 and Frank, who were meanwhile to get as far as possible. 

 This theory seemed to be the best plan, as not only could 

 we survey the easiest route for the packers and canoes 

 to follow, but we should probably kill some deer on the 

 way. The meat of these could be eaten by the men, and 

 their position pointed out by Joe, who was first of all to 

 accompany us. 



We made an early start, and after going a mile or two, 

 skirted to the south-east to avoid swamps. Here we noticed 

 a small brook flowing eastwards, and being the first water 

 travelling in this direction, we decided to follow it up to its 

 source, which was found in a small still pool, and which we 

 knew must be the source of the Gander. This little brook 

 emptied into a pretty lake about two miles long which, having 

 no name, I christened Lake McGaw. By existing maps the 

 Gander stops under or to the eastwards of Burnt Hill, but 

 as a matter of fact there is a continuous stream, albeit small 

 in summer, through the small chain of lakes to within half a 

 mile of Dog Lake. 



After photographing our discovery we ascended rough 

 ground through burnt timber and over rocks for two miles, 

 and then found ourselves on the shoulder of Partridgeberry 

 Hill. Joe was setting the pace, a "cracker" in spite of his 

 8o-lb. pack, and being so "sassy" I suggested an ascent to 

 the top of the mountain, from which point we could take 

 observations and see the best line for future progress. No 

 sooner said than done, though the two Indian boys and 



