Start afresh—Superstitious¹ notions—The whirlpool—The interior—Fishing in the old way on new ground, and what came of it—A cold bath—The rescue—Saved—Deeper and deeper into the wilderness².

As if to make amends³ for its late outrageous⁴ conduct, the weather, after the night of the great storm, continued unbrokenly serene⁵ for many days, enabling our travellers to make rapid progress towards their destination: It would be both tiresome⁶ and unnecessary to follow them step by step throughout their journey, as the part of it which we have already described was, in many respects, typical of the whole voyage along the east coast of Hudson’s Bay. Sometimes, indeed, a few incidents of an unusual character did occur. Once they were very nearly being crushed between masses of ice; twice the larger canoe struck on a hummock⁷, and had to be landed and repaired; and frequently mishaps⁸ of a slighter nature befell them. Their beds, too, varied⁹ occasionally. At one time they laid them down to rest on the sand of the sea-shore; at another, on the soft turf and springy moss¹⁰ of the woods. Sometimes they were compelled to content themselves with a couch of pebbles¹¹, few of which were smaller than a man’s fist; and, not unfrequently, they had to make the best they could of a flat rock, whose unyielding surface seemed to put the idea of anything like rest to flight, causing the thin men of the party to

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