former uneasiness, but by the next day every trace of it had
disappeared.

Another day found us afloat upon the first of the lakes. Several
short carries across necks of land took us from this lake into the one
which Pete and I had seen extending back to the ridges to the
westward, and which we shall call Lake Desolation.

On the northern shore of Lake Desolation we stopped to climb a
mountain. A decided change in the features of the country had taken
place since leaving Lake Bibiquasin, and the low moss-covered hills
had given place to rough mountains of bare rock. To the northward
from where we stood nothing but higher mountains of similar formation
met our view--a great, rolling vista of bare, desolate rocks. To the
westward the country was not, perhaps, so rough, though there, too, in
the far distance could be discerned the tops of rugged hills breaking
the line of the horizon. Through a valley in that direction was
distinguishable, with a considerable interval between them, a string
of small lakes or ponds. This valley led up from the western end of
Lake Desolation, and there was no other possible place for the trail
to leave the lake. The valley was the only opening.

Our mountain climbing had consumed a good part of an afternoon, and it
was evening when finally we reached the western end of the lake and
pitched our camp near a creek flowing in. As we paddled we tried our
trolls, but were not rewarded with a single strike. When camp was
made the net was stretched across the creek's mouth and we tried our
rods in the stream for trout, but our efforts were useless. No fish
were caught.