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pany him as far as their home, tried to persuade him, 
but Indian-like he would not promise to do one thing 
or the other. At last we told him to go where he chose, 
as we were in no way dependent on him, but knew our 
own way well enough. 
As arranged, the Grahame steamed away during the 
afternoon, for the Great Slave River, with Dr. McKay, 
Captain Mills and Bishop Young on board, but our own 
start was deferred until the next morning, and in the 
meantime home letters were written, for a packet was 
to go south from here about the 16th of July. 
On the morning of the 21st of June, the whole outfit 
being snugly stowed in the three canoes, our party set 
out on the eastward course. Old Moberly, the guide, 
was also on hand with his family and big bark canoe. 
The morning was beautifully fair and calm; all nature 
seemed to be smiling. But soon the smile became a 
frown. The east wind, as if aroused by our paddles, 
began to stir himself, and before long made things 
unpleasant enough, coming not alone but with clouds of 
mist and rain. Though we could make but slow pro- 
gress, we persisted in travelling uatil 9.30 p.m., when, 
having made about twenty-four knots, we pitched camp 
in a little sandy bay, worthy to be remembered 
because of the swarms of mosquitos which greeted us 
on landing. We had been reminded of the existence of 
these creatures at Chippewyan and at former camps, 
but here it was a question of the survival of the fittest. , 
Mosquito nets, already fixed to our hats, had to be | 
drawn down and tightly closed, and mosquito oil or | 
grease smeared over the hands. 
The whole north shore of the lake, being bold and 
