This gentleman, who had not passed here for nineteen years, soon lost his way, and we got separated into small parties, in the course of the afternoon, some going one way, and some another, in search of Moose lake.  But as we had outstripped the men who carried the baggage and the small stock of provision that old Nadeau had given us, Mr. Wallace and I thought it prudent to retrace our steps and keep with the rear-guard.  We soon met Mr. Pillet and one of the hunters.  The latter, ferreting the woods on both sides of a trail that he had discovered, soon gave a whoop, to signify that we should stop.  Presently emerging from the underwood, he showed us a horsewhip which he had found, and from which and from other unmistakeable signs, he was confident the trail would lead either to the lake or a navigable part of the river.  The men with the baggage then coming up, we entered the thicket single file, and were conducted by this path, in a very short time, to the river, on the banks of which were visible the traces of an old camping ground.  The night was coming on; and soon after, the canoes arrived, to our great satisfaction; for we had begun to fear that they had already passed.  The splashing of their paddles was a welcome sound, and we who had been wise enough to keep behind, all encamped together.

Very early on the 8th, I set out accompanied by one of the hunters, in quest of Messrs. D. Stuart, Clarke and Decoigne, who had gone on ahead, the night previous.  I soon found MM.  Clarke and M’Gillis encamped on the shore of the lake.  The canoes presently arrived and we embarked; MM.  Stuart and Decoigne rejoined us shortly after, and informed us that they had bivouacked on the shore of Lac Puant, or Stinking lake, a pond situated about twelve miles E.N.E. from the lake we were now entering.  Finding ourselves thus reunited, we traversed the latter, which is about eighteen miles in circuit, and has very pretty shores.  We encamped, very early, on an island, in order to use old Nadeau’s fishing net.  I visited it that evening and brought back three carp and two water-hens.  We left it set all night, and the next morning found in it twenty white-fish.  Leaving camp at an early hour, we gained the entrance of a small stream that descends between some hills of moderate elevation, and there stopped to breakfast.  I found the white-fish more delicious in flavor, even than the salmon.  We had again to foot it, following the bank of this little stream.  It was a painful task, as we were obliged to open a path through thick underbrush, in the midst of a rain that lasted all day and kept us drenched.  Two men being left in each canoe, conveyed them up the river about thirty miles, as far as Long lake—­a narrow pond, on the margin of which we spent the night.