At daybreak they hastened, eager and famishing, to the trap, but found in it only the forepaw of a beaver, the sight of which tantalized their hunger and added to their dejection.  They resumed their journey with flagging spirits, but had not gone far when they perceived Le Clerc approaching at a distance.  They hastened to meet him, in hope of tidings of good cheer.  He had nothing to give them but news of that strange wanderer, M’Lellan.  The smoke had arisen from his encampment which took fire while he was fishing at some little distance from it.  Le Clerc found him in a forlorn condition.  His fishing had been unsuccessful, and during twelve days that he had been wandering alone through the savage mountains he had found scarcely anything to eat.  He had been ill, sick at heart, and still had pressed forward; but now his strength and his stubbornness were exhausted.  He expressed his satisfaction that Mr. Stuart and his party were near, and said he would wait at his camp for their arrival, hoping they would give him something to eat, for without food he declared he should not be able to go much farther.

When the party reached the place they found the poor fellow lying on a bunch of withered grass, wasted to a skeleton, and so feeble that he could scarcely raise his head or speak.  The presence of his old comrades seemed to revive him; but they had no food to give him, for they themselves were almost starving.  They urged him to rise and accompany them, but he shook his head.  It was all in vain, he said; there was no prospect of their getting speedy relief, and without it he would perish by the way; he might as well, therefore, stay and die where he was.  At length, after much persuasion, they got him upon his legs; his rifle and other effects were shared among them, and he was cheered and aided forward.  In this way they proceeded for seventeen miles, over a level plain of sand, until, seeing a few antelopes in the distance, they camped on the margin of a small stream.  All now, that were capable of the exertion, turned out to hunt for a meal.  Their efforts were fruitless, and after dark they returned to their camp famished almost to desperation.

As they were preparing for the third time to lie down to sleep without a mouthful of food, Le Clerc, one of the Canadians, gaunt and wild with hunger, approached Mr. Stuart with his gun in his hand.  It was all in vain, he said, to attempt to proceed any farther without food.  They had a barren plain before them, three or four days’ journey in extent, on which nothing was to be procured.  They must all perish before they could get to the end of it.  It was better, therefore, that one should die to save the rest.  He proposed, therefore, that they should cast lots, adding, as an inducement for Mr. Stuart to assent to the proposition, that he, as leader of the party, should be exempted.

Mr. Stuart shuddered at the horrible proposition, and endeavoured to reason with the man, but his words were unavailing.  At length, snatching up his rifle, he threatened to shoot him on the spot if he persisted.  The famished wretch dropped on his knees, begged pardon in the most abject terms, and promised never again to offend him with such a suggestion.