Misled by information obtained at the post, which corresponded with the indications of the map he carried, that of the Geological Survey of Canada, Mr. Hubbard took the Susan River, which enters Grand Lake at the head of a bay five miles from its western end.  The Susan River led them, not by an open waterway to Lake Michikamau, but up to the edge of the plateau, where they became lost in the maze of its lakes.  When within sight of the great lake the party was forced to begin a retreat, which Mr. Hubbard did not survive to complete.  He died in the far interior, and the object of his expedition was not achieved.

It seemed to me fit that my husband’s name should reap the fruits of service which had cost him so much, and in the summer of 1905 I myself undertook the conduct of the second Hubbard Expedition, and, with the advantage of the information and experience obtained by the first, a larger crew and a three weeks’ earlier start, successfully completed the work undertaken two years before.

My decision to undertake the completion of my husband’s work was taken one day in January of 1905.  That evening I began making my plans and preparations for the journey.  Towards the end of May they were completed, and on the evening of the 16th of June I sailed from Halifax for Labrador, arriving at Northwest River Post, the real starting-point of my journey, on Sunday morning, June 25th.

It was with characteristic courtesy and hospitality that M. Duclos, who was in charge of the French trading post, placed himself and his house at my service, and our coming was celebrated by a dinner of wild goose, plum pudding, and coffee.  After the voyage from Halifax it seemed good to rest a little with the firm earth under foot, and where the walls of one’s habitation were still.  Through the open windows came the fragrance of the spruce woods, and from the little piazza in front of the house you could look down and across Lake Melville, and away to the blue mountains beyond, where the snow was still lying in white masses.

The settlement at Northwest River consists mainly of the two trading posts, the French post with its three buildings—­the house, store and oil house—­on the right bank of the river, close to its discharge into Lake Melville, and higher up on the opposite shore the line of low, white buildings of the Hudson’s Bay Company post.  A few tiny planters’ homes complete the sum total of its greatness.

Monday morning the work of preparation for departure into the wilderness began.  My crew numbered four, chief among whom was George Elson, who had loyally served Mr. Hubbard in 1903, and who, with rare skill and rarer devotion, had recovered Mr. Hubbard’s body and his photographic material from the interior in the depths of the following winter.  The other two men were Joseph Iserhoff, a Russian half-breed, and Job Chapies, a pure blood Cree Indian.  These three men were expert hunters and canoemen, having