When we came upon the ice where the snow was less deep we got on better, but after walking six hours we had only gained four miles and were then compelled by fatigue to encamp on the borders of Round-Rock Lake.

Augustus tried for fish here but without success so that our fare was skin and tea.

Composing ourselves to rest we lay close to each other for warmth.

We found the night bitterly cold and the wind pierced through our famished frames.
The next morning was mild and pleasant for travelling and we set out after breakfast.

We had not however gone many yards before I had the misfortune to break my snowshoes by falling between two rocks.