About noon we passed a sulphur-stream which ran into the river; it appeared to come from a plain about fifty yards distant.

There were no rocks near it and the soil through which it took its course was composed of a reddish clay.

I was much galled by the strings of the snowshoes during the day and once got a severe fall occasioned by the dogs running over one of my feet and, dragging me some distance, my snowshoe having become entangled with the sledge.

In the evening we lost our way from the great similarity of appearance in the country and it was dark before we found it again when we halted in a thick wood after having come about sixteen miles from the last encampment.

Much snow fell during the night.
At an early hour on the 27th of December we continued our journey over the surface of a long but narrow lake and then through a wood which brought us to the grand detour on the Slave River.