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dim north-west was a great, splendid river broad, 

 two hundred yards wide in places, but averaging 

 seventy or eighty yards across broken by white 

 rapids and waterfalls, but blue deep in the smoother 

 stretches and emptying into the bay we had noticed. 

 So far as the record showed, I surely was the first 



Left front foot of male Musk-ox 



white man to behold it. I went to the margin; it was 

 stocked with large trout. I followed it up a couple 

 of miles and was filled with the delight of discovery. 

 "Earl Grey River" I have been privileged to name it, 

 after the distinguished statesman, now Governor- 

 general of Canada. 



Then and there I built a cairn, with a record of my 

 visit, and sitting on a hill with the new river below 

 me, I felt that there was no longer any question of 

 the expedition's success. The entire programme was 

 carried out. I had proved the existence of abundance 

 of Caribou, had explored Aylmer Lake, had discovered 

 two great rivers, and, finally, had reached the land of 

 the Musk-ox and secured a record-breaker to bring 

 away. This I felt was the supreme moment of the 

 journey. 



