168 JOURNEY TO THE SHORES 



October 17. — The night was cold and 

 clear, but we could not sleep at all, from 

 the pains of having eaten. We suffered 

 the most excruciating torments, though I in 

 particular did not eat a quarter of what 

 would have satisfied me; it might have 

 been from using a quantity of raw or frozen 

 sinews of the legs of deer, which neither of 

 us could avoid doing, so great was our 

 hunger. In the morning being much agi- 

 tated for the safety of Beauparlant, I desired 

 St. Germain to go in search of him and to 

 return with him as quick as possible, when 

 I would have something prepared for them 

 to eat. 



It was, however, late when he arrived, 

 with a small bundle which Beauparlant was 

 accustomed to carry, and with tears in his 

 eyes, told me that he had found our poor 

 companion dead. "Dead!" I could not be- 

 lieve him. " It is so, Sir," said St. Ger- 

 main ; " after hallooing and calling his 

 name to no purpose, I went towards our 

 last encampment, about three-quarters of a 

 mile, and found him stretched upon his 



