THROUGH THE FOREST AND HOME AGAIN 



out before us, a few yards ahead, the lights of Oxford House. 

 A few minutes later we were the guests of Mr. and Mrs. 

 lishister, one of the most hospitable old couples it has ever 

 been my good fortune to meet. Mr. Isbister was the local 

 •agent of the Hudson's Bay Company, and was a thorough 

 old-time Canadian, one of those men fiUed with remi- 

 niscences of early Canadian life in the north, and whose 

 many stories were a delight to hear. 



NORWAY HOUSE, LAKE WINNIPEG. 



Having reached Oxford in safety, preparations were at 

 once commenced for our journey to the next post — Norway 

 House — 150 miles farther west. Some delay was occasioned 

 in getting dogs, but at length three miserable, half-starved 

 teams were secured, and with a new guide and drivers we 

 set out on the third stage of our winter journey. Without 

 narrating the many incidents by the way, I need only say 

 that after a six days' tramp, with the thermometer in the 

 neighborhood of 40 degrees below zero, we arrived safely 

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