round and waving their hats and yelling like demons, or men at a polo match.  As I came towards them, Gilbert shouted:  “Rice pudding for supper to-night, Mrs. Hubbard.”  It was not hard to guess what all the demonstration meant.  We could not see all the channel from our hill-top, there were so many islands; but it could be seen part of the way and what was most important we could see where it led straight west to Michikamau.

Once more in the canoes our way still led among the islands up the swift flowing water.  It was not till 5.15 P.M. that we at last reached the point where the Nascaupee River first receives the waters of the great lake.  Paddling against a rather strong head wind we continued westward near a long island, landing shortly before 7 P.M. on its outer shore to make our first camp on Lake Michikamau.

It was a beautiful place, and had evidently been a favourite with the Indians.  There were the remains of many old camps there.  Here the flies and mosquitoes were awful.  It made me shiver even to feel them creeping over my hands, not to speak of their bites.  Nowhere on the whole journey had we found them so thick as they were that night.  It was good to escape into the tent.

Next morning I rose early.  It was cloudy but calm, and Michikamau was like a pond.  How I wondered what fortune would be ours in the voyage on this big water.  The canoes seemed so tiny here.  I called the men at 6.30 A.M., and at nine we were ready to start.  Before leaving, Job blazed two trees at the landing, and in one he placed a big flat stone on which I wrote with a piece of flint Joe brought me,

HUBBARD EXPEDITION,
ARRIVED HERE, AUGUST 2ND 1905.

Underneath it I wrote the names of all the party.  Then we embarked and it was “All aboard for George River!” our next objective point.

Our way led among the islands through water which seemed to promise good fishing.  We put out the trolls, and waited hopefully to see what might be the prospect for testing the namaycush (great lake trout) of Michikamau for lunch.  We had not long to wait.  Soon I saw Joe in the other canoe hauling in his line, and a few minutes after there was a tug at mine.  I got a nice little one.  I had my line out a second time for just a short while when there was a harder tug on it, and I knew I had a big one.  We had no gaff, and Job said we had better go ashore to land him.  We did, and I was just pulling him up the beach when he gave one mighty leap and was gone.  When my line came in I found the heavy wire which held the hooks had been straightened out, and he had gone off with them in his mouth.  Joe’s fish was a big one, about fifteen pounds, the men thought.  Job said mine was bigger.

We had lunch on an island that day.  The men boiled the whole of the big fish, except a little that they fried for me.  George ate the head boiled, which be says is the best part.  It was all delicious.  I cleaned my little one carefully, and placing some willow boughs about it, laid it in the shade until we should be starting.  Then after all my care we went away and forgot it.  On the island we found the whitened antlers and skull of a young caribou stag.  Joe cut off one of the points, and I used it after that to wind my trolling line.