JOURNAL AND PROCKEDINGS 



the}- have not proved sufficient to meet the enornions drain, and it 

 would seem that nothing short of a complete cessation of the 

 " wholesale fisheries " for a term of j^ears will suffice to prevent 

 the extermination of the fish. 



Leaving Eagle Island, we proceeded to Warren's Landing, at 

 the outlet of the lake, where there are two otlier large fishing sta- 

 tions. One of them, that of the Dominion Company, where we 

 put np over night, is managed by a Mr. Tate, one of the finest 

 types of men it has been my pleasure to meet in the north country. 



Warren's Landing being only two days' travel b}' direct route 

 up the lake from Winnipeg, we here had the pleasure of receiving 

 the latest news of tlie world, and the last that it would be possible 

 for us to receive for matu^ weeks to come, since from hence our road 

 led to the riorthward and directly away from the haunts of men. 

 Thus far our course had been easterly and about parallel to the 

 borders of civilization, and our distance travelled by boat since em- 

 barking at Prince Albert was about 550 miles. 



From the Landing we passed through Playgreen Lake and into 

 the east brand; of the Nelson River, which was descended as far as 

 Norway House, a large and important post of the Hudson's Bay 

 Company presided over by Mr. McTavish, but at the time of our 

 visit in charge of Mr. Charles Sinclair. Fresh supplies were ob- 

 tained here for our journey to the coast of Hudson's Baj^, and on 

 the loth of July, availing ourselves of a fishing tug, we embarked 

 and returning to Playgreen Lake, descended the west branch to 

 " Wiskey Jack " portage, six miles in length, which we crossed by 

 the help of horse teams employed by the Nelson River Fish Com- 

 pany in the transportation of sturgeon. At the foot of the portage 

 I came upon an old retired friend resting from her labors in the 

 shade ot the woods close to the shore of Cross Lake. She was an 

 old sail boat now abandoned, named " Pteridactil," in which my 

 brother J. B. had years ago carried on extensive geological research 

 on and about Lake Winnipeg. 



Passing through Cross Lake, where the Hudson's Bay Com- 

 pany has a trading post in charge of Mr. McLeod, we reentered 



