The sight of a place that we knew inspired us with fresh vigour and, there being comparatively little snow on the ice, we advanced at a pace to which we had lately been unaccustomed.

In the afternoon we crossed a recent track of a wolverine which, from a parallel mark in the snow, appeared to have been dragging something.

Hepburn traced it and upon the borders of the lake found the spine of a deer that it had dropped.

It was clean picked and at least one season old, but we extracted the spinal marrow from it which, even in its frozen state, was so acrid as to excoriate the lips.

We encamped within sight of the Dog-Rib Rock and from the coldness of the night and the want of fuel rested very ill.
On the 28th we rose at daybreak, but from the want of the small fire that we usually made in the mornings to warm our fingers, a very long time was spent in making up our bundles.