decidedly “fishy.”
The poor dogs suffered most. We gave them all we possibly could, but I’m afraid they went hungry most of the time.
One day, after we had been on the island nearly three weeks, a strong wind got up and eventually blew the ice further down the lake, leaving a clear passage between us and the Mainland. Mr. Russell and Charlie McDonald decided to try the crossing.
It was decidedly dangerous as there was still plenty of ice, but they managed it, and, late that night, returned with some grub which they had procured at a Trapper’s Cabin.
There was very little for us, but they brought
