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greatest satisfaction, for never in my recollection was 

 daylight so welcome to me. 



Our search now was for water, but we succeeded in 

 finding none. We did find, however, a thin sheet of 

 ice under an upturned cedar root. This we broke 

 and melted in our tin cup over the fire and then 

 cooked our capsules in it. Such was our breakfast, 

 and I am rather sure the Roman, glutton, Lucullus 

 never experienced greater satisfaction over one of his 

 ten-thousand-dollar dinners than we did over that 

 simple meal of bouillon. 



After our breakfast we found a lumber road and 

 followed it for about three miles to a great. marsh or 

 meadow. Here we obtained our bearings, discover- 

 ing that we were about five miles from camp, which 

 we reached at eleven o'clock that forenoon, thankful 

 and happy to see once more our white tent and the 

 guide we had left behind, whose anxious face told 

 plainly of his alarm at our absence. He had been 

 firing shots at frequent intervals during the night, but 

 the distance between us prevented our hearing them. 

 We had been tramping around an ever-widening circle, 

 until night compelled us to stop. My French Cana- 

 dian guide, who was one of the " I-know-it-all " men, 

 had nothing to say in extenuation but this : " I don't 

 compre' how it all did happen. I did know ze way 

 sure, and then I didn't. I feel much sorry, but ze 

 nex' time I go by ze compass, not by ze knows how." 



