I met a Priest there, who, although a really good man, had sometime previously fallen from the arms of grace into those of a squaw (young and pretty as a matter of fact). Shelving his cassock, he spent a whole winter with her but was brought back into the fold in quick time and was still doing penance when I met him. Possibly his short view of life in the raw would make him more lenient and understanding when the sins of others were concerned.
Our stay at Fort Rae was curtailed owing to the difficulties foresaw in making the return journey. The ice was in very bad condition and our only hope of getting back to Fort Resolution
