The Rocks Had Been Pushed Out By The Ice And Formed A Sort Of Wall, While Over The Wall Moss And Willows Grew, With Here And There A Few Stunted Evergreens, The Whole Making An Effective Screen Along The Water's Edge.

Back of this were swamps and bogs with low moss-covered mounds running through them, and grown up with scattered tamarack and spruces.

On the west shore the hills reached quite to the wall itself.

Behind this wall, at the point, we found a family of ptarmigan. When we appeared the mother bird tried vainly to hurry her flock away to a place of safety. Her mate flew across to an island a short distance north, leaving her alone to her task, but she and her little ones were all taken. Here the first wolf tracks we had seen on the trip were found.

After some time spent at the point it was time to camp. We crossed to the island, north, and as we landed a white-winged ptarmigan flew back to where had just been enacted one of the endless succession of wilderness tragedies. I wondered if he would not wish he had stayed to share the fate of his little family, and what he would do with himself now. It was a beautiful camping place we found. The Indians had found it too, and evidently had appreciated its beauty. There were the remains of many old camps there, well- worn paths leading from one to the other.

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