HORONTO LO ATHABASCA’ LANDING. 17 
After passing through some miles of these woods 
we again emerged into more open country, wooded 
alternately in places by poplar, spruce and jack-pine. 
About nine o'clock that evening, when half-way to the 
Landing, we reached the Height of Land between the 
two great valleys of the Saskatchewan and Athabasca 
rivers. Here, upon a grassy spot, we pitched our first 
camp. As the night was clear no tents were put up, 
but, after partaking: of some refreshment, each man 
rolled up in his blanket and lay down to sleep beneath 
the starry sky. We rested well, although our slumbers 
were somewhat broken by the fiendish yells of prairie 
wolves from the surrounding scrub, and the scarcely 
less diabolical screams of loons sporting on a pond close 
by. An effort was made to have the latter nuisance 
removed, but any one who has ever tried to shoot loons 
at night will better understand than I can describe the 
immensity of the undertaking. 
About nine o'clock on the evening of the 30th of May 
we arrived at Athabasca Landing, only a few hours 
after the loads of supplies, which we were glad to find 
had all come through safely. 
