I meant to go on to Ungava now, no matter what befell;
_perhaps_ we could yet be in time for the ship. She might be
delayed.
The men were astir early, and at a quarter to six we were off.
Already the lake was almost too rough again to go forward. The
wind had risen, and blew cold across the water driving the morning
mists before it. Now and then they lifted a little, giving a
glimpse of the farther shore, or parted overhead where a patch of
deep blue could be seen. It was rather shivery, but I loved it.
Two hours later the mists were gone, and for the first time since
leaving Lake Hubbard we saw the sun again.
It was a glorious day, the kind which almost all the eventful days
of our journey had been. I wanted to compel it to yield me
something of value and interest, and it did; for after we had
passed down the stretch of river below Long Lake and out into the
larger one which I afterwards named Resolution, we came upon the
first camp of the Indians.
When we entered the lake we were surrounded by numbers of islands
in its upper extremity, but beyond it was clear and stretched away
northward calm and beautiful after the storm.
