of living things. For my part, grim and uncanny as be looked, I was
glad to see him. He was something to vary the monotony of the great
solemn silence of our world.

The storm increased, and early in the day the snow began to fall so
heavily that we could not see our way, and forced us to turn into a
bay where we found a small cluster of trees amongst big bowlders, and
pitched our tent in their shelter. The snow had drifted in and filled
the space between the rocks, and on this we piled armfuls of scraggy
boughs and made a fairly level and wholly comfortable bed; but it was
a long, tedious job digging with our hands and feet into the snow for
bits of wood for our stove. The conditions were growing harder and
harder with every day, and our experience here was a common one with
us for the most of the remainder of the way down the river from this
point.

The day we reached the lower end of the lake I summed up briefly its
characteristics in my field book as follows:

"Indian House Lake has a varying width of from a quarter mile to three
miles. It is apparently not deep. Both shores are followed by ridges
of the most barren, rocky hills imaginable, some of them rising to a
height of eight to nine hundred feet and sloping down sharply to the
shores, which are strewn with large loose bowlders or are precipitous
bed rock. An occasional sand knoll occurs, and upon nearly every one
of these is an abandoned Indian camp. The timber growth--none at all
or very scanty spruce and tamarack. Length of lake (approximated)
fifty-five miles."

I had hoped to locate the site of McLean's old Post buildings, more