4' 6 Reminiscences of 



and seemed moderate in its still coolness of i8 degrees 

 below. 



A few days after this blizzard we learned that an 

 vmfortunate visitor at the big lake two miles above us 

 (the Mooseluckmeguntic) had been caught out in it 

 and very nearly lost his life. Alone and on foot he 

 attempted the passage of eight miles from Haines 

 Landing to the Upper Dam, and when overtaken by 

 the whirling clouds of snow, which hid the shores, 

 lost his bearings. 



He could not face the gale and drifted with it until 

 he reached the shore, a long way from his course. Here, 

 after passing into the forest a bit, and getting some 

 shelter, he succeeded in building a fire, which saved 

 his life. His ears, hands, and feet were half frozen. 

 In the morning he found he was near the closed camps 

 of Capt. Barker at Bemis Stream, four miles out of his 

 course. He was unable to proceed further, still being 

 eight miles from the Upper Dam. He broke open one 

 of the camps, where he found plenty of firewood, but 

 nothing to eat, and remained two days without food. 

 He then made his way to the Upper Dam, eight miles 

 distant, where he arrived, though he fell seiiseless on 

 the ice when within half a mile, but was observed and 

 brought in and finally fully recovered, though left in 

 a very bad condition — as from freezing the flesh 

 sloughed off from his hands and feet, and all his fiinger- 

 and toe-nails — yet he still visits the lake. 



In 1900 I came to camp on Thanksgiving day from 

 Bemis on the Great Lake, with my son Vincent 

 and a friend. 



It was eight miles from Bemis across the lake to the 

 Upper Dam on our route, and two miles from there to 



