Everyone Went, And By The Time I Was Half-Way Up, The Men Were Already At The Top Jumping Round And Waving Their Hats And Yelling Like Demons, Or Men At A Polo Match. As I Came Towards Them, Gilbert Shouted:

"Rice pudding for supper to-night, Mrs. Hubbard." It was not hard to guess what all the demonstration meant.

We could not see all the channel from our hill-top, there were so many islands; but it could be seen part of the way and what was most important we could see where it led straight west to Michikamau.

Once more in the canoes our way still led among the islands up the swift flowing water. It was not till 5.15 P.M. that we at last reached the point where the Nascaupee River first receives the waters of the great lake. Paddling against a rather strong head wind we continued westward near a long island, landing shortly before 7 P.M. on its outer shore to make our first camp on Lake Michikamau.

It was a beautiful place, and had evidently been a favourite with the Indians. There were the remains of many old camps there. Here the flies and mosquitoes were awful. It made me shiver even to feel them creeping over my hands, not to speak of their bites. Nowhere on the whole journey had we found them so thick as they were that night. It was good to escape into the tent.

Next morning I rose early.

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