On the same day that we passed “The Last Woods,” July 18th (and my birthday) we had to chop through ice 2 feet thick to make a passage for the canoes. Of course the ice was rotten and, as a matter of fact, we saw no more of it on the trip.
From Artillery Lake we followed a small river into Lake Clinton-Colden. As there were bad rapids on this short river, we had to make several “portages”, and it was where we were on one of these that we saw our first caribou and two enormous wolves, white Barren Land wolves.
On one occasion, owing to the Lake being rough, we were camped on shore, when we suddenly noticed a
