old camping grounds and other signs. As a precaution, in case they
were detained over night each carried some tea and some erbswurst, a
rifle, a cup at his belt and a compass. When Pete took the rifle he
held it up meaningly and said, "Fresh meat to-night. Caribou," and I
could see that he was planning to make a hunt of it.

When they were gone, I took Easton with me and climbed another hill
nearer camp, that I might get a panoramic view of the valley in which
we were camped. From this vantage ground I could see, stretching off
to the northward, a chain of three or four small lakes which, I
concluded, though there was other water visible, undoubtedly marked
our course. Far to the northwest was a group of rugged, barren, snow-
capped mountains which were, perhaps, the "white hills," behind which
the Indians had told us lay Seal Lake. At our feet, sparkling in the
sunlight, spread the lake upon whose shores our tent, a little white
dot amongst the green trees, was pitched. A bit of smoke curled up
from our camp fire, where I knew Stanton and Duncan were baking "squaw
bread."

We returned to camp to await the arrival and report of Richards and
Pete, and occupied the afternoon in catching trout which, though more
plentiful than in the first lake, were very small.

Toward evening, when a stiff breeze blew in from the lake and cleared
the black flies and mosquitoes away. Easton took a canoe out,
stripped, and sprang into the water, while I undressed on shore and
was in the midst of a most refreshing bath when, suddenly, the wind
died away and our tormentors came upon us in clouds. It was a
scramble to get into our clothes again, but before I succeeded in
hiding my nakedness from them, I was pretty severely wounded.