I spent a couple of months there with two or three Indians, and at length started for Ottawa on my way home.

The Indians put me on the right path, after which I dismissed them, and set out alone with my gun and fishing-rod.
"The first day was all very well, and I slept well enough the first night; but on the morning of the second day I found the air full of smoke.

However, I did not give much thought to that, for there had been a smoky look about the sky for a week, and the woods are always burning there, I believe, in one place or another.

I kept on, and shot enough for food, and thus the second day passed.

That evening the air was quite suffocating, and it was as hot as an oven.