A further survey was to be carried out later in the year, but this first part was to be done over the ice, driving dogs.
Our party consisted of Mr. Russell and three men besides myself.
Mr. Russell was a wiry little Departmental Land Surveyor from Ottawa. Pathetic eyes like a marmoset, an appetite like a horse and trouble with his kidneys. Charlie McDonald, his assistant, a student from Edmonton University, good all round man.
Walter Jewett, wonderful pianist, student of same university. Once went on a drunk in Prince Rupert, was shanghaid and taken on board a windjammer where he spent two years before returning home. McBeth, Cook, who said he was Cook, we never found out. Anyway, he wasn’t. A simple farmer, two words an hour style and talked as if he was
