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along all right. Then I was suddenly confronted by a large 
gtream forming the outlet of the lake. This I descended for 
some distance in the hope of finding a ford, but finding none, I 
stripped myself and waded in, hoping to find some place where 
I could get my outfit across, but in this I was disappointed, and 
the water, too, was very cold. 
I had no alternative but to return and try the north end of 
the lake, which I did, and, to make a long story short of a long 
weary tramp over rocky hills and through soft muskegs, ankle 
<leep in water, after three days of coasting it, I reached the 
northwest angle of Tyrrell Lake, and there was no love lost in 
partine. J had now been five days on my tramp, but out of a 
distance of sixty-three miles covered I had only made sixteen 
miles westerly out of a necessary eighty, and the contemplation 
of this was anything but encouraging, for I had counted on 
reaching Artillery lake within ten days at the longest. There 
was, however, no possibility of rejoining my canoe now, so my 
only possible course was to push ahead regardless of what time 
the journey might take, or what new difficulties it might pre- 
sent. 
The character of the country continued much the same, the 
rounded bare hills of gneiss being separated by wet muskegs, or 
as commonly, small lakes and ponds which covered a large per- 
centage of the country and formed a great impediment to travel. 
The morning of my sixth day set in with chilling northeast 
wind and pelting rain, which not only saturated my clothing, 
but also the moss, so that I could make no fire. Having a 
small flask of brandy with me, I refreshed myself with a little 
of it in water, and a biscuit, and tramped on, making thirteen 
miles during the day. | The night being dark at this season, it 
was not possible to travel continually, so, wet and shivering as I 
was, | lay down on the rocks in the pelting rain to try and sleep, 
but this was not to be, for my bed soon became a puddle of 
water, and I was uncomfortable indeed. I earnestly longed 
for the daylight so that I might get up and travel, and at length 
it came, but still the cold rain came down, so that I could only 
wring out my single blanket and start on without breakfast. A 
