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dim north-west was a great, splendid river — broad, 

 two hundred yards wide in places, but averaging 

 seventy or eighty yards across — broken by white 

 rapids and waterfalls, but blue deep in the smoother 

 stretches and emptying into the bay we had noticed. 

 So far as the record showed, I surely was the first 



Left front foot of male Musk-ox 



white man to behold it. I went to the margin; it was 

 stocked with large trout. I followed it up a couple 

 of miles and was filled with the delight of discovery. 

 "Earl Grey River" I have been privileged to name it, 

 after the distinguished statesman, now Governor- 

 general of Canada. 



Then and there I built a cairn, with a record of my 

 visit, and sitting on a hill with the new river below 

 me, I felt that there was no longer any question of 

 the expedition's success. The entire programme was 

 carried out. I had proved the existence of abundance 

 of Caribou, had explored Aylmer Lake, had discovered 

 two great rivers, and, finally, had reached the land of 

 the Musk-ox and secured a record-breaker to bring 

 away. This I felt was the supreme moment of the 

 journey. 



