drizzle and we were eating a late breakfast when the darkness came.
It did not last long, and then the rain stopped, though the sky was
still overcast. Shortly after breakfast Pete and Easton left us. I
gave Pete a new corncob pipe as he was leaving. When he put it in his
pocket he said, "I smoke him when I see Michikaman, when I climb hill,
if Michikamau there. Sit down, me, look at big water, feel good then.
Smoke pipe, me, and call hill Corncob Hill."

"All right," said I, laughing at Pete's fancy. "I hope the hill will
have a name to-day."

It was really a day of anxiety for me, for if Michikamau were not
visible from the mountain top with the wide view of country that it
must offer, then we were too far away from the lake to hope to reach
it.

A mile from camp, Richards discovered a good-sized river flowing in
from the northwest and set the net in it. Then he and Stanton paddled
up the river a mile and a half to another lake, but did not explore it
farther.

With what impatience I awaited the return of Pete and Easton can be
imagined, and when, near dusk, I saw them coming I almost dreaded to
hear their report, for what if they had not seen Michikamau?

But they had seen Michikamau. When Pete was within talking distance
of me, he shouted exultantly, "We see him! We see him! We see
Michikamau!"