We found a species of cornicularia, a kind of lichen that was good to eat when moistened and toasted over the fire, and we had a good many pieces of singed buffalo hide remaining.
On the 26th, the weather being clear and extremely cold, we resumed our march which was very painful from the depth of the snow, particularly on the margins of the small lakes that lay in our route.

We frequently sunk under the load of our blankets and were obliged to assist each other in getting up.

After walking about three miles and a half however we were cheered by the sight of a large herd of reindeer and Hepburn went in pursuit of them but, his hand being unsteady through weakness, he missed.
He was so exhausted by this fruitless attempt that we were obliged to encamp upon the spot although it was a very unfavourable one.
Next day we had fine and clear but cold weather.

We set out early and, in crossing a hill, found a considerable quantity of tripe de roche.

About noon we fell upon Little Marten Lake, having walked about two miles.