So we went from Island to Island till we reached Gros Cap. From here we had to cross the big inlet known as the North Arm of the Lake, necessitating one night camping on the ice. But that didn’t worry us as we had brought some wood with us for cooking.
The ice was rough in places and on this particular stretch we came to a big pressure ridge, two walls of ice standing fifteen or twenty feet high, leaning against each other. I warned the crowd to wait as these ridges were
