The march was continued to a late hour from our anxiety to rejoin the hunters who had gone before, but we were obliged to encamp at the end of ten miles and a quarter without seeing them.

Our only meal today consisted of a partridge each (which the hunters shot) mixed with tripe de roche.

This repast, although scanty for men with appetites such as our daily fatigue created, proved a cheerful one and was received with thankfulness.

Most of the men had to sleep in the open air in consequence of the absence of Credit who carried their tent, but we fortunately found an unusual quantity of roots to make a fire, which prevented their suffering much from the cold though the thermometer was at 17 degrees.
We started at six on the 9th and at the end of two miles regained our hunters who were halting on the borders of a lake amidst a clump of stunted willows.

This lake stretched to the westward as far as we could see and its waters were discharged by a rapid stream one hundred and fifty yards wide.