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had been baked into grease cakes by John, and with 
these, the venison and hot tea, we enjoyed one of the 
heartiest meals of our lives. 
On the morning of the 29th, enshrouded by a dense 
fog, we entered the river, and though for a time we 
could see neither bank, we knew our course from my 
sketch made on the hill-top. Later in the day the 
weather, clearing, enabled us at noon, as we entered 
the west end of Schultz Lake (so called in honor of the 
late Lieutenant-Governor of Manitoba), to ascertain our 
latitude, which was 64° 43’ north. Along the north 
shore of this lake extended a high range of rocky, snow- 
elad hills, from four to five hundred feet in height. The 
south shore was also bold and rocky, but of consider- 
ably less elevation. 
The next day the old story of looking for the “hole ” 
out of the lake was repeated. At noon, while lunch was 
being prepared, my brother climbed a hill on the south 
- shore, and from its summit discovered the outlet, four or 
five miles distant on the opposite side. 
As soon as possible after my brother’s descent we 
started straight across on our course for the river. Light 
wolfy clouds were already scudding across the sky, and 
after them dark masses began to roll up from the 
horizon and soon overshadowed us. We were evidently 
in for a blow, and in order to avoid being overtaken on 
the open lake, every man exerted himself to the utmost. 
No sooner had we reached shore than the storm burst 
upon us, but once in the river channel we were able to 
obtain shelter from the force of the gale if not from the 
pelting rain. 
We had now reached the second of two points of 
