time eating. We were all to tired and just rolled into bed.
Next morning, when we looked out over the lake, there were two miles of open water instead of the ice on which we had been travelling [traveling].
Whilst we had been on it, the ice had been breaking up and we were indeed lucky to reach the island in safety.
But our plight was now serious. We couldn’t leave the island as the moving ice would crush either of our frail craft, and we were very nearly out of grub. No assistance could possibly reach us until the lake cleared of ice. We had just enough (rotten) fish left for one feed for the dogs and, as far as we
