A GREAT FROZEN LAKE. 93 
now almost entirely consisted—the canoes were again 
launched in the swift stream, in which during the day 
rapid after rapid was run, until six were successfully 
passed and a descent of over a hundred feet had been 
made. : 
At about six o'clock in the evening, having made 
twenty miles, a fortunate incident occurred. As we 
were approaching a seventh rapid we suddenly found 
ourselves enveloped in a dense chilling mist, which so 
obstructed the view that we were unable to proceed. 
As we went ashore at the head of the rapid we discov- 
ered, much to our delight, a little patch of stunted black 
spruce trees. They were twisted and gnarled, and not 
more than four or five feet in height, but as fuel they 
were the source of much comfort, and beside them we 
decided to camp. It was Saturday night. During the 
day’s run we had been soaked by the spray of the 
rapids, and were therefore in good condition to again 
enjoy the warm, cheerful blaze of a fire, around which 
we all huddled and sat far into the night, drying our 
clothing, rehearsing adventures of the day and discus- 
sing the prospects of the future. 
The morrow being Sunday we had a further oppor- 
tunity of enjoying the camp-fire, cooked provisions, and » 
dry clothing, all which are rare luxuries in the Barren 
Lands. Our fishing nets, which had been set in the 
river the night before, were taken up loaded with mag- 
nificent whitefish and trout, the former ranging from 
six to ten pounds in weight, and the latter up to twenty- 
five pounds. 
During the afternoon, as my brother was tramping in 
the interior he reached the summit of an adjacent hill, 
