made the Inferno foggy.

For a week, in deep snow and deeper fog, they wandered in and out of
Fool's River, the irony of which could not fail to rub them sore.
Returning to the Fool's mouth, they spent three days making snow-shoes
and cutting up moccasins for webbing. From here they ascended the
height of land and crossed three divides before finding an east-flowing
river. But again the fog descended and now came the fight for life.
On and on they wandered, day after day, scarcely able to see a foot
ahead and more than once treading on the verge of a precipice.

They had been living on a daily ration of a spoonful of flour and rice
and the half of a red squirrel each. But even this gave out, and the
sorely beset men tried eating moccasin leather, and ended on muckalucks
or messinke boots. For the benefit of the uninitiated, I would explain
that muckalucks are contrived out of raw sealskin. Bishop Stringer has
since told me that when he had divided the food, his companion assigned
the portions, and _vice versa_. This is one of the trail's lessons.
At last, after eleven days of blind stumbling, they came out at an
Indian camp on the Peel River. Twenty miles further down, at the
Hudson's Bay Fort, the factor weighed the much-emaciated men and found
that each had lost fifty pounds.

In his letter to his wife, who was visiting in Kincardine, Ontario, the
Bishop says of his experiences: "The one thing that made us unhappy was
that you and the others might worry about us when we did not turn up.
But this feeling wore off when it meant a matter of life or death, and
day after day we wondered how long we would last--whether you would
ever hear from us. You can imagine we were much in prayer, and over
and over again reconsecrated ourselves to the Master's service."

This Bishop of Mackenzie River is surely an outstanding personality,
and reminds me of what Robert Louis Stevenson said of the late John
Chalmers, a missionary of New Guinea: "You can't weary me of that
fellow," he asserted; "he is as big as a house and far bigger than any
church."

Bishop Stringer's predecessor in the diocese was William Carpenter
Bompas, the Apostle of the North, the man who has been classified by
the Church Missionary Society as "indisputably the most
self-sacrificing bishop in the world."

His diocese, too, was the largest in the world, consisting of one
million square miles. It had the same peculiarity as Bobbie Burns's
"cauld, c