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bundle which Beauparlant was accustomed to carry, 
and with tears in his eyes, told me that he fcund our 
poor companion dead. Dead! I could not believe 
him. “It is so, Sir,” said St. Germain, “ after hal- 
. looing and calling his name to no purpose, I went to- 
wards our last encampment, about three-quarters of a 
mile, and found him stretched upon his back on a sand 
bank frozen to death, his limbs all extended and 
swelled enormously,-and as hard as the ice that was 
near him; his bundle was behind him, as if it had 
rolled away when he fell, and the blanket which he 
wore around his neck and shoulders thrown on one 
side. Seeing that there was no longer life in him, I 
threw your covering over him, and placed his snow- 
shoes on the top of it.” 
I. had not even thought of so serious an occurrence 
in our little party, and for a short time was obliged to 
give vent to my grief. Left with one person and both 
of us weak, no appearance of Belanger, a likelihood 
that great calamity had taken place amongst our 
‘other companions, and upwards of seventeen days’ 
march from the nearest Establishment, and myself’ 
unable to carry a burden, all these things pressed 
heavy on me; and how to get to the Indians or to 
the Fort I did not know ; but that I might not depress 
St. Germain’s spirits, I suppressed the feelings which 
these thoughts gave rise to, and made some arrange- 
