His answer is, "Here is a capital place for our camp."

"Why do you think so?" we ask.

He replies, "Do you see those balsams? They will furnish us with a bed,

and this cluster of dry, dead small trees will give us the wood we need

for our fire." So we quickly set to work to prepare for our all-night

stay in the woods.

The dogs were soon unharnessed, and seemed thankful to get their heads

out of their collars. They were never tied up, neither did they ever

desert us, or take the back track for home. Some of the younger ones

often organised a rabbit hunt on their own responsibility, and had some

sport. The older and wiser ones looked around for the most cosy and

sheltered spots, and there began to prepare their resting-places for the

night. They would carefully scrape away the snow until they came to the

ground, and there, with teeth and paws, would make the spot as smooth

and even as possible. They would then curl themselves up, and patiently

wait until they were called to supper. After unharnessing our dogs, our

next work was with our axes, and there was a good sharp one for the

Missionary, to cut down some of the green balsams and dry dead trees.

Then using our snowshoes as shovels, from the place selected for our

camp we soon scraped away the snow, piling it up as well as we could to

the right, left, and in rear of where we were to sleep. On the ground

thus cleared of snow we spread out a layer of the balsam boughs, and in

front, where the wind would blow the smoke from us, we made up a large

fire with the small dry trees which we had cut down.

On this blazing log fire we put our two kettles, which we had filled

with snow. When it melted down, we refilled the kettles, until enough

water was secured. In the large kettle we boiled a piece of fat meat,

of goodly size, and in the other we made our tea.

On my first trip I carried with me a tin basin, a towel, and a cake of

soap. At our first camp-fire, when the snow had been melted in our

kettle, I asked the guide to give me a little of the water in my basin.

Suspecting the purpose for which I wanted it, he said, "What are you

going to do with it?"

"Wash my face and hands," I replied.

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