dogs. Don't know whether the
natives eat these or not. This country under the Arctic
Ocean is different from what we thought it was--not so cold,
and more civilized in some ways.

"Our ex-Indian agent leaves us here to pay treaty money. A
young teacher leaves us also here for the Anglican mission.
We find here, much to our wonder, on one of the little
mission steamboats which beat us out from Fort Smith word
from the two good Sisters with whom we traveled on the scows
up to Fort McMurray. One was left at Chippewyan and one at
Resolution. Here also is the judicial party which we left
back at Fort McMurray. They have come down on the _St.
Marie_. We say good-by here to Father Le Fevre. Several
church dignitaries about here. The Anglican Church seems
more prominent here than at most of the posts.

"I went out with an Indian boy here to run his nets, and we
took out an awful lot of fish--one lake trout of
thirty-three and a half pounds, and one of twenty-five
pounds, five fine whitefish, and four fish that I never saw.
The boy called them 'connies.' _Inconnu_ is the real name
for this fish. The first French _voyageurs_ who saw this
fish did not know what it was, so they called it 'unknown.'
It looks something like a salmon and something like a
sucker. Its mouth is rather square. Its flesh is something
like that of a whitefish, and it is used a great deal as
food. We don't like any fish as well as the whitefish right
along. They tell me a lake trout has been caught here
weighing forty-four and a half pounds. The boat captain
says he has seen one weighing sixty-three pounds.

"Our steamer left at 1 A.M., but when well under way
remembered that it had forgotten the mail-bags! So we turned
around and went back. If we had not done so the people north
of here would not have had any mail this year. The Hudson's
Bay Company has funny ways.

"_Wednesday, July 2d._--Off for Fort Providence. Running
better, for scows are lighter loaded now. In the morning
came into Beaver Lake, which they say is the head of the
true Mackenzie, not at Fort Smith. I suppose the lower point
is more correct; at least the other map-makers say so, in
spite of what John believes. But it's all one river.

"Many ducks, and this seems a breeding-ground. A