Never in all that time was an hour of real comfort to be anticipated.  The labours of the day were succeeded by the shiverings of the night.  Exhaustion alone induced sleep; and the racking chill of early morning alone broke it.  The invariable diet was meat, tea, and pemmican.  Besides the resolution required for the day’s journey and the night’s discomfort, was the mental anxiety as to whether or not game would be found.  Discouragements were many.  Sometimes with full anticipation of a good day’s run, they would consume hours in painfully dragging the sledge over unexpected obstructions.  At such times Wolf, always of an evil disposition, made trouble.  Thus besides the resolution of spirit necessary to the work, there had to be pumped up a surplusage to meet the demands of difficult dog-driving.  And when, as often happened, a band of the gray wolves would flank them within smelling distance, the exasperation of it became almost unbearable.  Time and again Sam had almost forcibly to restrain Dick from using the butt of his whip on Wolf’s head.

Nor could they treat themselves in the weary succession of days to an occasional visit with human beings.  During the course of their journey they investigated in turn three of the four trapping districts of the Kabinikagam.  But Sam’s judgment advised that they should not show themselves to the trappers.  He argued that no sane man would look for winter posts at this time of year, and it might be difficult otherwise to explain the presence of white men.  It was quite easy to read by the signs how many people were to be accounted for in each district, and then it was equally easy to ambush in a tree, during the rounds for examination of the traps, until their identities had all been established.  It was necessary to climb a tree in order to escape discovery by the trapper’s dog.  Of course the trail of our travellers would be found by the trapper, but unless he actually saw them he would most probably conclude them to be Indians moving to the west.  Accordingly Dick made long detours to intercept the trappers, and spent many cold hours waiting for them to pass, while Sam and the girl hunted in another direction to replenish the supplies.  In this manner the frequenters of these districts had been struck from the list.  No one of them was Jingoss.  There remained but one section, and that the most northerly.  If that failed, then there was nothing to do but to retrace the long, weary journey up the Kabinikagam, past the rapids where Dick had hurt himself, over the portage, down the Mattawishgina, across the Missinaibie, on which they had started their travels, to the country of the Nipissing.  Discussing this possibility one rest-time, Dick said: 

“We’d be right back where we started.  I think it would pay us to go down to Brunswick House and get a new outfit.  It’s only about a week up the Missinaibie.”  Then, led by inevitable association of ideas, “Wonder if those Crees had a good time?  And I wonder if they’ve knocked our friend Ah-tek, the Chippewa, on the head yet?  He was a bad customer.”