The weather being cold, he was in danger of freezing, but some brushwood on the borders of the lake enabled us to make a fire to dry him.

At the same time we took the opportunity of refreshing ourselves with a kettle of swamp tea.
My increasing debility had for some time obliged me to use a stick for the purpose of extending my arms, the pain in my shoulders being so acute that I could not bear them to remain in the usual position for two minutes together.

We halted at five among some small brushwood and made a sorry meal of an old pair of leather trousers and some swamp tea.
The night was cold with a hard frost and though two persons slept together yet we could not by any means keep ourselves warm, but remained trembling the whole time.

The following morning we crossed several lakes, occasionally seeing the recent tracks of deer, and at noon we fell upon Marten Lake; it happened to be at the exact spot where we had been the last year with the canoes yet, though I immediately recognised the place, the men would not believe it to be the same; at length by pointing out several marks and relating circumstances connected with them they recovered their memory, and a simultaneous expression of "Mon Dieu, nous sommes sauves," broke from the whole.

Contrary to our expectations the lake was frozen sufficiently to bear us, so that we were excused from making the tours of the different bays.